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“Dad, Helena?”
“What could have happened?” I asked, a little irritated.
“I don't know.” Helena hurriedly picked up her blouse and put it back on before getting up to open the door.
Before my daughters came in, I tried to pull myself together, and I didn't usually get a hard-on at home except when I could be strictly alone in the bathroom and relieve myself with a handjob.
“What is it, girls?” Helena watched them standing at the bedroom door.
“Canwestay here?” Anne asked in a sly voice to convince us.
Helena looked at me, and I had no choice but to nod.
“Come on, girls.”
“Wow!”
They entered the room like two small hurricanes and took over the bed, putting an end to my noble intention of a happy night with my girlfriend.
Chapter thirty-one
I woke up to him blowing hot breath in my ear, which sent shivers down my spine. His firm hand was on my waist, moving down to my ass, as close to his hip as possible. I flinched out of reflex and felt his bulge.
We were cuddling while the girls slept in front of us. They seemed to be in a deep sleep, but I didn't want to risk it.
“Thomas, stop!”
“Let's get up,” he said softly, his mouth against my ear in a way that was far more tempting than I'd like to admit.
“The girls...”
“They'll stay here and sleep.”
“Where do you want to take me?”
“Come.”
He rolled out of bed, and I ended up letting myself be led into the hallway. The girls stayed under his bed, sleeping, and my boyfriend dragged me into another room, shutting us in what seemed like an office despite the dim light.
“Now they leave us alone.”
“Poor things, I don't think...”
I wanted to say that they weren't doing it out of spite, that their only wish was to stay with us, but your mouth silenced mine, and it was impossible to say anything.
“Thomas...” I let his name slip when he picked me up and carried me over to a desk.
I pushed something, probably an ornament or a paperweight, and the object fell to the floor, making a loud sound.
“Be careful,” he warned me.
“Sorry.”
“You don't want to wake up the girls, do you?”
I just said no and wrapped my arms around his neck again. Thomas wasn't the only one who wanted that. My body was throbbing; the area between my legs was begging for more in a need that was growing uncontrollably.
I moved my hand and ended up bumping into a stapler, but luckily, it didn't fall to the ground.