“Yeah, sure, I’d love to stay for dinner,” she says, and Anya jumps up and down with excitement.
I have to admit that she is always in a more jovial mood when Blaire is around.
“Before we eat, will you help me put all your toys and books away?” Rachel suggests to Anya. She is about to complain about it but Blaire steps in with a smile.
“That’s a wonderful idea! You should help Rachel with that while your daddy and I set the table.”
Anya gives up. She’s not going to put up a fight.
I wait and watch her start helping Rachel collect everything. Blaire goes over to the counter, pulling out plates and cutlery for the dining table. I walk over to help, and we fall into a sort of dance as we step around each other. Neither of us is speaking, but I feel like a lot is being communicated through the heat of our bodies.
At one point, our fingers graze as we arrange the table, and Blaire almost gasps. Our eyes meet, and she gulps.
The thing is, I like seeing her this way. I like it when I succeed in making her blush and feel nervous. She is the only woman who can make me feel powerful like this.
“Okay, baby, I think it’s time for you to get ready for bed. Rachel can get you started and then I’ll come over and tuck you in.”
Anya pouts her lips, but she’s probably tired after all this excitement, so she doesn’t protest. Rachel offers to clear away the dinner but Blaire insists on doing it.
I wait until Rachel and Anya have left the room before I turn to Blaire. She is in the process of carrying all the dishes to the sink.
“Thanks for staying for dinner. You made Anya very happy,” I say.
She throws me a smiling look over her shoulder and shrugs.
“I was happy to stay. I really do enjoy spending time with her. It’s not all about you.”
There’s a twinkle in her eye. She’s loading the dishwasher now, and I go up to her, taking my place behind her. It takes all my strength to not wrap my arms around her and make her feel how hard I am in my pants. All I have to do is look at her for my body to come alive. It’s insane.
She bends over the dishwasher, and I’m staring at her ass. She knows I’m looking too. I’m sure she can feel my eyes on her body and she doesn’t care. It seems like she is actually enjoying it.
“But as much fun as it was, we need to be careful with each other, for Anya’s sake.” She looks up at me abruptly, then slowly starts to stand.
If Anya or Rachel walked in on us now, they would know there’s something going on between us. We are standing too close to each other.
“Yes, I’m aware of the dangers of letting Anya get too close to the situation,” I say. That came out far more gruffly than I meant it to be. “I’m going to make the decision that is right for my daughter.”
“Good,” she continues and doesn’t make an attempt to move away. I can feel the heat and desire emanating from me. “Then you’ll agree that I should walk away from here now, before it’s too late.”
Blaire turns to go, but I grab her wrist and pull her to myself. She falls on my chest, palms forward. My arm is around her narrow waist now, traveling slowly down till I’m cupping her ass.
“It’s my decision, like you just reminded me, so please don’t try and make them for me.”
Before she can say anything, I kiss her. I’m surprised to find that she is kissing me back. Harder and more violently than she ever has before. And we are in the middle of the kiss when we hear Anya’s voice. She’s talking to Rachel, and they’re headed down the hall towards us.
Blaire and I separate at the exact moment that Anya skips into the room. She heads straight for Blaire, who lifts her up in her arms, and they exchange kisses.
Anya is in her pajamas now, which means it’ll soon be time for me to brush her hair and tuck her into bed. Rachel takes her leave and we all wish her goodbye.
“I should go too. I need to change out of these clothes,” Blaire declares, putting Anya back down.
“Will you have dinner with us tomorrow?” my daughter asks.