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“What’s this?”
“It’s all the information on Chloe’s party. Everything is detailed down to the napkins.”
“Napkins? She isn’t getting married, Scarlett.”
Scarlett rolls her eyes. “Don’t worry, they’re paper napkins. But they’re super cute and match the rose gold color scheme perfectly. Go ahead, open it, let me know what you think.”
I take a breath and open the file folder as I sit on the edge of the bed. Scarlett paces the length of my room as my eyes scan the pages, reading about everything from invitations, to a catered meal full of every kid’s favorite foods, to party favors, and of course, napkins. She even hired a DJ. After reading every last word, I set the folder aside and pull Scarlett between my legs.
With my hands cupped to the back of her thighs, I look up at her. “You rented out the local water complex.”
“I know!” Scarlett squeals, dancing a little jig. “Chloe and everyone in her class will have three hours of private access to the pool, all three water slides, and the splash pad. And do you know what’s even better than having a pool party?”
“Having it catered?” I say since Scarlett booked a caterer.
“Besides that. I hired a DJ. How cool is that? It’s going to be amazing. I really think the kids will like it.”
“Not like. Love. They’ll love it. I don’t even want to know how much this is costing you.”
“Don’t ask, and I won’t tell.”
I shake my head, but I can’t keep from smiling. “I can’t believe you hired a DJ.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve already put together the playlist for the entire party. There will be no songs that talk about sex, drugs, or alcohol, and absolutely no cuss words.”
“You’ve thought of everything. I think the party might top the puppy I’m getting her.”
“I highly doubt that.”
“I don’t know how to thank you.”
She wags her brows and smiles. “I have a few things in mind that you could do to thank me.”
One look at her hooded eyes and I know exactly what my little spitfire is thinking. I stand up, picking her up along the way, and then toss her onto the bed. Scarlett laughs as she bounces, and then settles against my pillows.
“Where’s Chloe?” she asks, glancing at the clock. “Shouldn’t she be home from school by now?”
“She had running club after school. I don’t have to go pick her up for another forty-five minutes,” I say, pushing Scarlett’s skirt up over her hips. “God, you’re beautiful.”
I slide her panties off and bury my face between her legs. Scarlett’s hips lift, and she grinds herself against my face as I kiss, lick, and suck her pussy. When I push two fingers deep inside of her, I glance up the length of her body and nearly come in my pants.
She’s propped up on an elbow. At some point, she managed to work down the front of her dress and is rubbing her breast. She twists and pinches her nipples into tight peaks while watching me.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I say against her wet flesh.
Having her watch me as I eat her out is the sexiest thing. Her lips part, her breath comes in short pants, and then her legs begin to quiver, and I know that she’s close. She struggles to keep her eyes on mine, and when I suck on her swollen clit and roll my tongue around it, she loses the battle.
Scarlett doesn’t hold back. Her lids fall closed as she buries her fingers in my hair, holding me against her core as she screams through her release. I suck her dry and continue fucking her with my tongue until her body stops shaking.
“Jesus, Tucker,” she rasps as I lift my face from between her legs.
She’s all mussed with her dress bunched around her hips, and her breasts red from being played with.
“You liked that?”
“I loved that.” A beat passes. Her eyes clear and then soften. “I love you, so much.”
I reach between my body and the bed, work my pants down, and free my cock. “You’re about to love me a whole lot more.”
I crawl up the bed, kissing every inch of her body along the way until I’m hovering above her.
“I don’t think that’s possible.”
18
~Scarlett~
“Thirty-five,” Chloe announces with the cutest little shimmy dance I’ve ever seen.
“Only thirty-five?” Tucker asks his daughter and winks at me. “That’s practically your entire fifth-grade class.”
“Dad, I don’t want anyone to feel left out. I mean, this is the birthday party of the century. Everyone is gonna want to come. I even invited Stacy Pruitt, and she’s a b-word sometimes.”
“Then why invite her?” I ask, brushing my fingers through her soft hair. I settle in next to her, braiding the silky strands.
“Because she’ll feel bad if she’s the only one who doesn’t get invited.” Chloe shrugs one shoulder and examines her list of guests. One of the things I love most about this little girl is her big heart. She’s always thinking of others’ feelings.
