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“I’m happy because of Olivia,” I said. “Not because of anything I did.”
“That’s not helpful to me.” He rose, clearly frustrated. “I still have no idea what to do.”
“I can’t tell you. You have to pick. You have to make the choices and live with the consequences.”
The grandfather clock upstairs chimed midnight. I poured a splash more whiskey in each glass and handed one to him.
“Let’s let tomorrow’s problems be tomorrow’s problems,” I said.
He nodded once. “Merry Christmas,” he said quietly.
Our glasses clinked and I emptied mine and set it aside. “I’m going to bed. Remember that…whatever you choose, your mother and I love you.”
Saying those words came a lot easier to me now than they once had. I’d practiced them with Olivia so they rolled off my tongue for my children. I still wasn’t a natural at expressing warmth, but I was doing my best.
The tenseness in his shoulders eased.
“Thanks, dad, I appreciate it,” he said. “I’m going to bed in a minute too.”
I nodded and left the office, treading silently up the stairs and down the hall to my bedroom. There was a faint glow coming from under the door. Olivia must have gotten up to have her shower before bed.
She was on the edge of the bed in her silk dressing gown. Her hair was freshly washed and hanging down her back. My cock twitched as I pushed the door shut, knowing she was going to smell so fucking good when I buried my face in her neck.
She turned. “Everything okay?”
“Yes, just inevitable growing pains,” I said, flicking the lock.
“Marco?”
I nodded. “I think his indecision about his girl is less about her family and more about making a choice.”
“What choice?”
I knelt on the bed and kissed the side of her neck. “Who he wants to be.”
She turned all the way around, biting her lip. “Are you disappointed he didn’t automatically follow in your footsteps?”
“You know I don’t give a fuck about that. I built a world for my sons where they had a choice. I think I know what he’ll do, but it’s good that he gets to make the decision.”
Her dark eyes were round. “What will he pick?”
“Marco’s a good man,” I said. “But he’s got a streak of ice running right through him that’ll never thaw. You know what he’ll choose.”
She swallowed and I distracted her by taking her by the throat and kissing her lovely mouth. Slow and deep, sucking her tongue lightly until she moaned. I broke away, my chest heaving and my pants tight.
“Get on your back, baby,” I whispered. “On the edge of the bed.”
Her cheeks flushed, but she obeyed. I knelt on the carpet and slid my hands up under her dressing gown. Silk fell away to reveal a sight that I never got tired of—her soft, delicate pussy. Her hand twined through my hair and I felt the little push as she guided my face between her legs.
Sweet, musky champagne burst on my tongue. My head spun and I licked her clean, forgetting about anything else but this intoxicating taste. Her thighs relaxed in my hands as I ate her out and her arousal grew until it slipped down and stained the bed.
I found her clit and curled my tongue around it, working it the way she liked. It barely took a minute before she gasped and locked her spine. Her hips shuddered and her hands left my head and reached up to grip the blankets.
“Lucien,” she whimpered, coming hard against my mouth.
I let her ride her pleasure out on my tongue. Then I stripped us both naked and we slid under the covers together. Her bare leg curled around my waist as I reached between us to guide myself into her pussy.
Her lids went heavy as my cock slid into her and her lips parted when I thrust.
