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“They like seeing you happy,” she tells me, dropping her hand to her thigh, covering mine.
“I don’t think that’s what they like to see,” I mutter and she laughs, tossing her head back, exposing her throat.
Because I can’t resist her and because I can, I lean in to press my lips against her neck. “How’s work going?” I ask, lifting my mouth to her ear.
“Not good,” she says, reaching up to pull me closer, her paint-stained fingers wrapping around the back of my neck. “My muse left this morning without giving me any inspiration.”
“You were sleeping.” I laugh, pulling away from her just enough to look her in the eye. “I didn’t have the heart to wake you.”
“I’m not interested in your excuses, Patrick.” The hand on top of mine urges it higher on her leg, until my fingertips disappear under the hem of her shorts, my thumb grazing her lace-covered pussy. “I just want to know what you’re willing to do to make it up to me.”
Stifling a groan, I angle my body in front of hers, blocking her from view of the house. “You’re pushing me,” I growl in her ear, pushing the tip of my thumb under lace, making contact with bare skin.
“Yes,” she says, her words a breathless shudder, her lips pressing against the underside of my jaw. “I am.”
Fuck leftover lasagna.
“Where’s Grace and Molly?” I ask, skimming my thumb up the length of her.
“School,” she whispers, blue eyes hazy. “They’re both at school. All day.”
Living with her sister and niece has been a challenge but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Having them with us makes Cari happy and that’s the most important thing to me these days—making her happy. Besides, I like having them around.
Usually.
“I’m coming home for lunch,” I tell her, my thumb stopping at the top of her slit to grind the pad of it against her clit until I feel her knees loosen. “When I get there, the only thing you better be wearing is paint and panties.”
She nods her head, swallowing hard against the moan trapped in her throat. “Yes.” She nods again, the fingers on the back of my neck tightening in an effort to keep herself upright. “Okay.”
I slide my hand from under the hem of her shorts to settle it on her hip, pulling her close. “Because you love me?”
“Yes, Patrick Gilroy,” Cari whispers against my mouth, her beautiful lips curved into a smile meant just for me. “Because I love you.”
The end