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“Uh, no way. Fruit on pizza is the worst,” Tiana countered, sticking her tongue out at her brother.
“Alright,” I said, grinning at their playful banter, “the kitchen is spotless. Who’s up for a movie?”
“Yay!” the kids cheered, racing each other to the movie room while Esme and I followed at a more leisurely pace.
“What movie do you want to watch? Your choice,” I told them as we entered the cozy room filled with plush theater lounges.
“Anything but a Disney movie,” Ariel said, rolling her eyes. “I need a break from those.”
“Let’s watch How to Train Your Dragon!” Florian suggested excitedly, with Tiana nodding in agreement.
“Sounds like a plan,” I responded, setting up the movie for them. “Everyone, find a seat.” As the opening credits rolled, I turned back to see the only seat available was next to Esme. Great, I loved a bit of sweet torture with my kids’ movies.
I sat down, as far from Esme as I could on the small couch, and dimmed the lights. Ten minutes into the movie, she shifted a little and maybe it was my imagination, but she seemed closer. Another ten minutes went by. She moved again and nope; I wasn’t imagining it. She was close enough to put her hand on my thigh, and I had to use every ounce of self-control when she did just that.
Her finger traced small patterns up my forearm and it was utterly ridiculous how hot it made me. Such a small touch, so wildly arousing. I tried to focus on the screen, but it was impossible with her touch making me uncomfortably hot. I shot her a look and although her eyes were fixed on the screen, a small, sinful smile curved her lips.
Well, maybe a bit of turnabout was fair play. I lay my arm along the back of the sofa, dropping my hand so that my thumb gently brushed against the curve of her breast.
Her lips parted, but she still didn’t look at me, so I moved my arm further around her so I could run my fingers over her nipple. The way it hardened under my touch had my dick twitching.
“Hey guys, I’m going to head to the bathroom real quick and then grab some ice cream for us,” Esme whispered, pushing to her feet. She shot me a look that spoke volumes, and I knew she wanted me to follow.
I waited as long as I dared, then said, “I’ll go see if Esme needs any help with the ice cream.”
The kids barely responded; their eyes glued to the screen. I wasn’t sure where Esme had gone, so I checked every door along the hallway, finally finding her in the bathroom furthest away from the home theater.
No sooner had I stepped into the room than Esme pulled me to her, our lips crashing together in a fiery kiss. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, making my own blood run hotter than ever. “Fuck, Esme, you’re a torment,” I muttered against her lips as my hands traveled down to her breasts. A low moan escaped her, making me even more desperate for her.
In response, I pushed her back against the bathroom door, locking it in one swift motion. My hands roamed over her body, slipping beneath her shirt as I felt her ragged breathing against my face. It was like a siren’s song, luring me deeper into temptation.
I dropped to my knees, pulled her shorts and panties off in one quick movement, and hooked her knee over my shoulder. I knew we had to be quick, so I wasted no time in finding her clit and tasting her. My eyes were locked on her face as she clung to the towel hook above her head, eyes squeezed shut, chest heaving with each gasp. The sight of her in ecstasy was intoxicating, and it took all my willpower not to let myself get lost in the pleasure of the moment.
“Come on, princess,” I murmured against her. “We don’t have long.”
She bit her lip, trying to suppress her moans as her body tensed, and then she shuddered, her climax washing over her in a powerful wave. Her grip on the towel hook tightened, knuckles white as she rode out her orgasm.
With a sigh, Esme pulled me up to my feet, her eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and frustration. “I hate that we can’t have more than these quick, hot fucks,” she panted, her cheeks flushed with desire.
“Me too,” I agreed, my breathing labored. “But since it’s all we’ve got…”
Without another word, I slid my hands under her bare ass, lifting her so her legs wrapped around my hips. Her eyes locked onto mine, urging me on, and I couldn’t deny her—or myself—any longer. In one hard thrust, I pushed into her, feeling her tight and wet around me.
“God, that feels so good,” she moaned, her voice breathy and full of need. “Fuck me harder.”
I obliged, pounding into her as the sounds of our bodies colliding echoed through the small bathroom. She buried her face in my neck to muffle her cries, but I could still feel the vibrations of her moans against my skin. It only took a few more powerful thrusts before she climaxed again, her nails digging into my shoulders as she tried to hold back her screams.
Her orgasm triggered my own, and I shuddered violently, emptying myself into her. We clung to each other for a moment, catching our breath and savoring the intensity of what had just happened between us.
Finally, we untangled ourselves, cleaning up and straightening our clothes. With one last passionate kiss, we left the bathroom, knowing we couldn’t afford to linger any longer. Our secret trysts were like stolen moments in time, fleeting but unforgettable. And though they could never be enough to satisfy the burning desire between us, they were all we had.
CHAPTER26
Esme
Isighed as I sat cross-legged on the lounge room floor, nervously twirling a strand of hair between my fingers. It was stupid, I knew, but I couldn’t shake off the unease that settled over me at the idea of Grayson and Rhett’s unexpected visit. Belle, sitting next to me, scribbling away with her colored pencils, was completely oblivious to the tension that filled me.
“Esme, look at this!” Belle exclaimed, her big brown eyes sparkling with excitement as she held up her latest drawing. I forced a smile and nodded in approval, trying to focus on her happiness rather than the impending arrival of Wolfe’s scary as fuck brother.