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I run into my room to grab a fresh t-shirt, needing to get the girls downstairs into their baby-proof play area so I can de-shit myself. Now that Addison’s taking steps and Sophie isn’t far behind, I can’t take my eyes off them unless they are in a secured area.
Once the girls are occupied in the baby gate, I whip my shirt off and run into the laundry room. Yikes… she may be little, but she stinks like a grown man. I wave my hand in front of my nose, trying to rid the smell from my nostrils.
Damn… it leaked through to my bra, too. I unclasp it and throw everything in the wash, not even worried about the bullshit delicate cycle. I crank it up to heavy-duty, knowing that smell is going to need it.
Fuckity fuck.I must have sat my clean shirt down with the girls in the living room. I look at my Apple watch. Eli shouldn’t be home for another twenty to thirty minutes. I should be good. Right as I go to put my hand over my tits and run through the house, the door to the laundry room swings open and a stunned-looking Eli stands in front of me in nothing but low-hung sexy-as-fuck grey sweatpants. His full arm sleeve and inked chest are on full display, and my mouth waters at the sight.
I squirm under his stare. We both stand there for a few beats before I blurt out, “Sophieexplodedshitalloverme, and I had to clean her up and then myself. It was so much, it seeped through her all the way down to my bra.” One more lick of his lips as he looks from my face to my bare breasts has me throwing my right arm across my chest.
I cover my eyes with my other hand and peep through my fingers. I know it's nothing he hasn’t seen before, but how embarrassing. He bites down on his lip. “Fuck, Q.” Groaning, he doesn’t even try to hide the fact he’s adjusting his hard cock. Which I now can’t look away from.
My core throbs like the greedy girl she is when it comes to this man, and I know I need to get out of here pronto. He smells so good… freshly showered and like pure-fucking-sex.
“Sorry, I err—I think I left my clean shirt in there with the girls.”
“I’ll go grab it for you.” He reaches into the dryer and grabs one of his own clean t-shirts before he goes.Why didn’t I think to look in there?
I exhale the breath I have been holding once he walks out.
When he returns and tosses me my shirt, it's like he’s scared to come too close to me.
“Welp, I guess this was bound to happen at some point. We do live under the same roof now. I’m ummm… sorry about that,” I say, nodding toward the very large tent in his pants. “I know you are a red-blooded man and there are tits involved,” I tease, trying to make light of the situation.
I squeeze through the small space between him and the door. But before I make it past him, Eli pulls me in slightly. Just enough to feel his hardness against my hip.
“This,”he says huskily, grinding into me so lightly I almost miss it,“has nothing to do with me being a red-blooded man, Queenie… and everything to do withyou.”
Fuck me… no, I mean, kill me now.
My body quivers, my pussy clenches, and my eyes stare out the open door. I know if I look at him right now, I’m a goner.
A loud cry breaks us both apart, and we go running toward the girls. Out of instinct, I immediately lift Addison, who’s wailing her head off, into my arms before Eli can. Bouncing her and whispering calming words as I look her over, she starts pointing to her sister. That’s when Eli busts out laughing… she’s not hurt at all, she’s mad.
Sophie has two of Addison’s favorite toys in her hands with a big smile on her face.
I give Addy a kiss, but can’t help the smirk that grows on my face as I look at Sophie.
“And so, it begins… you better get ready for this, Daddy.”
We both laugh, knowing it’s so true.
I sit Addison back down, and she takes a few steps toward Eli before he picks her up.
“You got them?” I ask, and he nods. “I need to shower and then we can eat dinner… it's ready in the crockpot. We’re trying our first Home Chef meal tonight.”
“Sounds great,” he says as he moves to get on the floor with both the girls.
“Oh, Q.” The playfulness in his tone has me turning around. “Make sure you wash your face extra good… you have something brown on the side of your chin and a little drool on the other,” he says, pointing to the specific spots on his own grin-covered face.
I try to fight the smirk on my lips as I give him the middle finger. “You’re lucky the girls are in the room, Hotshot.”
“That shower is calling your name… Mildred,” he responds with a wink.
I narrow my eyes at him… there’s my long-lost best friend.
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