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Her mouth curled up at one corner as she lifted one shoulder. “Well, I slept like a baby. Thanks for asking.”
I opened my mouth before I knew what the hell I was going to say to that, but a cry from Seb’s bedroom saved me from saying anything too pathetic.
I set down my coffee mug and rounded the peninsula. “I should get him.”
Abbie raised her hand. “I want to do it. Is that okay?”
I hesitated. She’d surprised me like this the day before when she’d argued against taking Seb to daycare or hiring a babysitter. I appreciated Abbie’s help more than I’d ever be able to tell her, but I’d never expected her to be so invested. That she appeared so attached to my son sent a wave of warmth radiating through my chest. “Sure.”
She turned around, and I couldn’t miss the red outline of her G-string panties underneath the white tee. The subtle glow inside me ignited into a red-hot fire, and at my strangled groan, Abbie glanced back at me over her shoulder and winked before disappearing through Seb’s door.
No doubt about it. This woman had me by the balls.
The contractor was due to start work on the warehouse that morning, and I was paying him extra for the weekend labour, so after I’d fixed coffee for both Abbie and me and given Seb his breakfast, I slipped downstairs to let the tradespeople in the building and return a few business emails. I was relieved to find new messages about supplies and equipment for the poker tournament, and Birdie had supplied a list of competitors as well as confirmation that the event had almost sold out. I forwarded the relevant information to Noa, who had agreed to manage The Stop’s catering obligations, and I was able to put in final beverage orders, too. In two hours, I’d ticked a half-dozen critical tasks off a list of things to do that was longer than my arm.
The burdens of those small things added up to a good weight off my shoulders, and as I jogged back upstairs to take a shower, I was more relaxed and almost looking forward to the barbecue at Aunt G’s. Like all families, Abbie’s relatives were equal parts challenging and entertaining, and I’d become a semi-permanent fixture since we made our pact of convenience. I suspected some of her cousins had put bets on how soon Abbie would dump her new “boyfriend”, and it was a pleasure to keep showing up and proving them wrong.
Thinking about Abbie sent a rush of blood to my dick, and I had trouble thinking it away this time. I had to admit that while taking care of business responsibilities that morning had relieved a certain kind of pressure, I wasn’t going to get to the end of the day without taking care ofotherbusiness, too.
Abbie was carefully closing the door to Seb’s bedroom when I walked into the loft. She was still wearing my shirt, her hair tied messily on her head, her smooth legs illegally long and sun-kissed against the white fabric. My cock got even harder at the sight of her.
“Seb asleep?” I asked gruffly as I passed her on my way to the stairs.
She flashed the baby monitor at me. “Yep.”
“Great. I’m going to take a shower, then I’ll pack his bag for the afternoon.”
“Okay. I’ll use the bathroom when you’re done.”
“No problem.”
I had my shirt off before my foot hit the landing, my pants were gone as soon as I stepped inside the bathroom, and I was under the hot water in record time. Images of Abbie in my clothes and on my sheets with her hand between her legs ran through my head as I thrust the hard length of my dick against my palm.
It could have all been over in less than a minute, but after last night, it felt too good to rush it. I didn’t worry about the volume of my grunts and moans as I jerked myself off, either. Abbie deserved to hear them. I leaned my forehead against the wet tiles and thumped my fist on the slippery wall as I pumped my cock, clenching my teeth and groaning as the urge to explode ebbed and flowed with the pressure of my hand and the remembered sounds of Abbie climaxing in the dark.
A flicker of motion caught the corner of my eye, and in the reflection of the mirror, I saw a shadow hovering outside the barely open bathroom door. As I watched, the figure stepped away and back again, like she wanted to come in but didn’t know if she should. I fucked my hand, arse flexing with every thrust, until her eyes on me drove me to madness. I wanted to see her. I needed Abbie to know what she did to me. I had to give her a taste of what we could do together.
“Get in here,” I ordered, my voice deep and husky.
I kept my head bowed, wondering if she’d do as she was told. In my peripheral vision, I watched as Abbie pushed the door open and stepped inside. Her wide eyes latched onto my dick, and she caught her bottom lip in her teeth. Her chest rose and fell with a deep breath.
“Tie the shirt around your waist,” I commanded, closing my eyes and grunting as I pushed against the pain and pleasure of my impending orgasm.
Would she do it? I got off on giving orders in the bedroom, but Abbie wasn’t the submissive type in life. This could backfire, but I couldn’t help myself. I’d fantasised about having Abbie my way and on my terms for too long, and I was too wound up to back off now.
And then she replied, “Yes, Daddy.”
I let out a strangled groan and eased my stroke as her words pushed me all the way to the edge, and I could only look at hersideways as she pulled her shirt to the side and knotted it above one hip. She was still in those skimpy red panties.
Sweat mingled with the water training over my temples as I flattened one hand against the slippery tiles and pumped my dick with the other.
“Sit on the vanity.”
Abbie’s eyes stayed glued to my cock, and she didn’t even hesitate as she lifted herself onto the bathroom vanity.
“Spread your legs.”
Abbie obediently opened her knees.
