“Yay!” she exclaimed, jumping into my arms again. “We’re going to finally be a family!”
“Capri,” Autumn cautioned, and I recognized that tone.
There was no hesitation on my part, I tugged her into the side of my body. Holding my entire world in my arms in what seemed like a lifetime.
I gazed down at our daughter, simply stating the truth, “Yes, baby girl. We’re going to be a family.”
Chapter TWENTY-FIVE
—Autumn—
Packing was taking longer than expected and we decided to leave tomorrow morning instead. Julian invited himself to spend in the night in my house. He was going to sleep in the guest bedroom. Yesterday didn’t turn out as planned, and although we did share his penthouse suite, we steered clear of each other, both of us lost in our own thoughts.
The anxiety I felt having him in my home wasn’t as emotion I’d expected. This was my safe haven, the place I’d go to escape the stressors of life. He was invading my personal space in a way I wasn’t prepared for or anticipated. It didn’t help that he was bonding with Capri right off the bat. He was in her room, helping her pack while I cooked dinner.
It felt like we were playing house, and it was too close for comfort.
Capri walked into the kitchen alone.
“Where’s your dad?”
“He’s taking a shower and asked me to tell you he needed a towel.”
Julian clean.
Wet.
Naked.
It sounded like a bad idea to me, but I couldn’t exactly say that to Capri. I nodded, grabbing a few from the linen closet before walking across the house toward the guest bedroom.
I knocked on the door. “Julian?”
He didn’t answer, so I opened the door to find the bedroom and bathroom empty. I realized all too quickly the son of a bitch probably had the balls to use my shower. Stomping one foot in front of the other, I marched into my bedroom, and the first thing I heard was the sound of the shower in my sanctuary.
I shook my head, the audacity of that man. As soon as I opened the door, I shrieked and instantly placed my hand over my heart while my other hand was firmly placed on the doorknob. There was Julian, in all his naked glory, water glistening off his chiseled physique. He was freshly showered and stepping out onto the tile.
My gaze shifted from his face, to his chest, to the place I had no business looking.
His cock.
Jesus.
I. Stopped. Breathing.
Licking my lips, I actually envisioned myself licking from the V in between his hips and tracing my tongue down to his dick. The memories of us showering together and having sex under the showerhead immediately assaulted my mind.
When my lustful glare finally met his, I noticed the cockiest fucking grin plastered on his handsome face, and it instantly washed away all the desire I was feeling for him. It didn’t matter he was fully aware of the effect he still had on me which was more than likely the reason he decided to use my shower instead of the one in the guest bedroom. Knowing I’d walk in here with a towel in my hands to drool over his perfect dick.
“What are you doing in here?” I asked, throwing the towel at him, and he caught it mid-air.
“What does it look like I’m doing, kid? I’m showering,” he simply stated, drying off and not bothering to cover his cock.
“No shit, smart ass. But why are you showering in my room?”
“I wasn’t aware you assigned showers for your guests.”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t play that game with me. You know exactly what you’re doing. Down to telling Capri to ask me to bring you a towel.”
“I don’t know what you’re implying. All I wanted was to shower. It isn’t my fault you don’t know how to control yourself, and you’re still staring at my cock.”
“Oh my God! Then fucking cover it!”
He laughed, wrapping the towel around his waist. “Seeing as I have no clothes, I might have to wear just this towel for the rest of the night.”
“I’m sure I can find something of Christian’s for you. He’s always leaving his clothes behind when he comes to visit.”
“Or I can use the clothes you’ve stolen from me over the years.”
“Like I still have them.”
“I saw my black hoodie in your closet, kid.”
My mouth dropped open. “You snooped through my things?”
“No, but it got you to admit you still have my shit.”
I glared at him.
“You shouldn’t poke the bear.”
“Oh, so you’re the bear now? Here I thought you were the asshole.”
He winked. “Sweetheart, I can be both.”
“You’re just a shameless bastard at this point.”
“At least I’m not asking you to call me daddy.”
“Ewww … don’t ever say that again.”
He chuckled, tugging on the ends of my hair. “Have I told you how beautiful you look today?”
I smirked. “Just today?”
“You know you’re drop-dead gorgeous, kid.”
“What’s with the flattery? What do you want?”
“For you to tuck me in.”
“It’s too early for your bedtime, Mr. Locke.”
“We’re back to Mr. Locke, are we?”
Backing away from the bathroom, I informed, “Dinner’s almost ready. I don’t think your hoodie is going to fit you anymore. You’re bigger than you were back then.”
He arched an eyebrow. “How about my cock? Is that bigger too?”
“No.” I shrugged. “It wasn’t ever that big to begin with.”
He growled as he reached for me, but I was quicker and jumped out of his grasp.
“I’ll get you some of Christian’s clothes. Don’t come out of my room. I don’t want to scar our daughter with her thinking men are all this small.”
This time I wasn’t fast enough, and he threw me over his shoulder and smacked my ass so fucking hard.
“Julian!”
“I’ll show you fucking small, kid.”
“Put me down!”
“Keep your voice down, or our daughter is going to think I’m torturing you.”
“Umm … you’re spanking me! Same difference!”
“If you’d be a good girl, you wouldn’t need any discipline.”
“Julian, put me down!”
He did, tossing my ass on my bed. Except, he hovered over my body and caged me in with his arms around my face. My heart beat rapidly against his chest, feeling his dick against my core.
To prove his point, he thrust against my pussy. “How’s that for small?”
I smiled. “Didn’t feel a thing.”
With that, he flipped me over and pinned my hands above my head, locking my wrists together.
Rasping, “I used to love you in this position.”
I inadvertently moaned.
“There’s my good girl.”
When his hand slipped in between my legs, Capri called out, “Momma, Daddy? Where did you guys go?”
“I guess it’s true what they say about kids being little cock blockers.” He let me go, and I got up, slapping him on the chest.