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But if she doesn’t want to move in yet, I’ll respect that. We’ve come a long way in the last few months, and I don’t want to do anything to jeopardize that. Not that this would, but the idea of us is still a new concept for my fiery brunette.
“Like all the time, all the time?” There’s a hint of panic in her voice.
“That is what all the time means. But if you’re not ready, that’s okay. I just thought that since you’re at my place most nights anyway, we could just make it easier on you. You know, save on gas and stuff.”
“Save on gas.”
“Are you going to repeat everything I say?” I ask, smiling across the front seat at her.
“Yes.” She’s quiet for a few minutes, and I decide to let her think. When Payton needs to work something out in her head, I’ve discovered it’s best to give her time to digest before I push her to talk. So I sit back, not letting go of her hand, and drive home.
Inside, she helps me get Bri into the tub and cleaned up for bed, while I throw in a load of laundry. I’ve also learned to let the girls be during bath time. I’ve always loved helping my daughter with her bath, but there’s some sort of bonding between those two, and it always happens at bath time. I’ll admit, I got a little jealous the first few times Bri requested Payton help her with her bath, but after seeing both of their smiles when they were done, I decided to step aside and let them have their moment together.
When I’m almost done emptying the dishwasher, I hear the familiar footfalls of the woman I love. There’s already a smile on my face when I feel her arms wrap around my waist, her cheek pressed against my upper back. “The princess in bed?”
“Waiting on her daddy to come kiss her goodnight.”
Turning in her arms, I wrap my own around her shoulders and pull her in tight. “I should go in there,” I say, my lips finding her forehead all on their own.
“Mmhmmm.”
I give her another kiss before heading off to tuck my daughter into bed.
After a quick story, I make my way to my bedroom. Payton’s already in there, naked, except for this sexy lace negligee. The sight of her makes me stop in my tracks in the doorway. It’s a rich purple color that makes her tits look ten degrees of amazing. My cock is already hardening and I haven’t even entered the room.
“What about my shoes?” she asks, slowly walking my way with a hypnotizing swing in her hips.
“What about them?”
“I have a lot of them. I would need ample space to store them,” she says as she places my hands on her luscious mounds.
“Yes, very ample,” I stutter, my eyes riveted to her breasts as if they held state secrets.
“And what about my makeup? I might need more than one drawer in the bathroom vanity to keep all of my products,” she continues, sliding her hands up my chest, pushing my shirt up as she goes.
“You can take every damn drawer in the bathroom. Hell, I’ll build you a bigger bathroom.”
She offers me a victorious little smile before helping rid me of my shirt. As soon as it’s gone, my hands return to the gorgeous lace-covered tits in front of me.
“And what about HGTV? Are you willing to lose the remote every night so I can have my fix of home improvement shows?” she asks, reaching down and unbuttoning my shorts.
“You can watch whatever you want. I’ll be too busy watching you.”
This smile is award winning. “Such a charmer,” she says before leaning in for a kiss. Her lips are soft and plush and taste like berries. This seems to be her show, so I stand there and let her lead. Her kiss is almost exploratory, slow and tentative, and her hands continue to roam across my bare chest and shoulders.
“Okay,” she whispers against my lips, her little tongue snaking out and licking across the seam.
“Okay?” I repeat, my brain short-circuited with lust.
“Are you going to repeat everything I say?” she mimics from early on the ride home, and I can’t help but laugh. Payton pulls back so I can see the brightness in her emerald eyes. “Yes, I’ll move in with you. It’ll probably take me a little time to sort through things, and my lease isn’t up until July.”
“Well, I think I’ve waited this long for you, I could survive another two months.”
“And I’ll still be over here all the time. Not only do I love your daughter as much as I love you, your French toast skills are killer,” she says with a saucy grin.
As I move her towards the bed, much happier and lighter than I’ve felt in a long-damn time, she sees the white gift bag on top of the mattress. I threw it on there when we got home while the girls were having girl-time in the bathroom.
“What’s that?” she asks, sliding on the bed and reaching for the bag. “Is it for me?”
