look I gave her was skeptical.
“Me. My dad. My mom. Probably your brothers. Ava …” She tilted her head, mulling something over. “Well, not Ava. She’d help me move in.”
“And who the fuck cares what people think? The only thing that matters is, what you want and what I want. So … what do you want, Sonia?”
I held my breath while the seconds ticked by. She held my happiness in her one-word answer.
She swallowed hard as she thought of it. “I don’t have a job.”
Boy, she was reaching far, thinking of every possible reason she shouldn’t move in with me.
“I’ll employ you.” I grabbed her ass. “As my personal sex slave.”
She laughed again, and it was the most glorious sound. “You’ll have to insure a certain body part then. Jennifer Lopez insured her butt. It’s possible.”
I grabbed a handful of ass, and she yelped. “I can make that happen.”
I lifted her in my arms, and her legs wrapped around my waist. I guessed I was going to be late to work. I might not show up to work at all. “I think I might insure every part of you—your lips, your ass, your beautiful hair.”
“My hair?” She touched the top of her head, smiling.
“I love your hair. Your arms, your hands, your toes.”
She giggled as my lips went to the crook of her neck.
“Your neck.”
I stopped a few steps from entering her room. “Is that … is that my poster?”
The life-sized poster that had previously been her dartboard was on the floor. My formerly darted face was now sliced into shreds. A knife lay on the carpet, right by the poster.
“And here I thought, you weren’t upset.” I laughed. “A knife, Sonia?”
She bit her bottom lip, looking sheepish. “I couldn’t find a pair of scissors.”
“Remind me to never piss you off.”
She wiggled in my arms and angled closer to lick the shell of my ear. “Are you going to kiss me, or are we going to continue talking about your poster?”
Fuck. Game over.
I leaned into her, met her lips with mine, carried her into her bedroom, and shut the door behind us.
Epilogue
Three Months Later
Sonia
“Brad, where are the tickets?” I was elbow deep in a plastic bag, which was supposed to contain all the Harry Potter items that we were supposed to put in the girls’ gift bags for their secret surprise.
“Tickets?” He peered up at me from our leather couch.
I tasked him with making it every morning, and he still needed reminding.
As my former boss, he was disorganized. As my boyfriend, his discombobulation had doubled.
“The tickets. You bought them. You opened the mail. Now, where did you put them?” I stood and placed my hands on my hips.
“Look at you.” He smirked. “All trying to pretend you’re angry at me.”
And, just like that, I laughed because that was how our relationship went. Endless laugher, lots of alone time, but enough big family time. And lots and lots of sex.
He pushed himself off the couch and pulled me in by the waist, his one arm snaking around my lower back. He looped his pointer finger at my neckline, peeking in my shirt. “I think I left them here. Guess not.” His lips fell to my neck, licking a path to the shell of my ear. “I wonder where they could be.” Then, his fingers trailed down my arm to my ass. “Maybe they’re right here.” His hand skimmed my hip, moving to my stomach and trailing farther down. “Or here,” he said, his voice husky.
He lifted me by the ass, and automatically, my legs wrapped around his waist.
“We’re going to be late.” My voice was a breathless whisper against his skin.
“So?”
His lips made their way back to the crook of my neck, and I arched into him, feeling an ache of want and need and desire coursing through me. I had turned into an insatiable beast.
“We have tickets to the play tonight. We can’t be late.” My fingers threaded through his hair, my breasts pushing hard against his chest. All of this was for nothing. My mouth said one thing, but my body screamed for another. “Brad …”
“We have time.” His mouth descended on mine, slow and seductive, and I was already a goner as he led us to our bedroom.
Yes, ours.
Two hours later, we emerged, completely satisfied and showered and in the car, on our way to our other home to see the girls.
The palatial mansion came into view, and after we parked in the front, I gripped the girls’