Page 33 of Spoiled By My Stalker

Damn. I really should finish marking up this report from my second-in-command. But I’m distracted now. Want to see my girl’s beauty. I roll back my chair and lean over the bassinet where Winnie is asleep.

Except. She’s not asleep. She’s wide awake and blinking at me. She gurgles and reaches up.

“Oh Winnie. One moment, sweetest girl.” She’s seven months old, and our youngest of five.

I close the document, because although she cannot read, I don’t take any chances with my kids seeing the violence of my work. They’ll grow into that soon enough. Their innocence is something to be protective of.

Then I scoop up my daughter from where she’s reaching up for me, not quite able to sit up unassisted yet, and hold her cradled in one arm.

“My little girl,” I murmur.

She smiles up at me and my heart melts. A gurgle, a flailing of her tiny arms… and Winnie turns and gently dribbles milky white vomit onto my fine black wool suit jacket sleeve.

A giggle comes from the corner of the room as I groan.

“Exactly what this outfit was lacking.” I cuddle Winnie closer. The damage to my suit is done now, no point in crying over spilt milk. Or vomited milk, in this case.

“Come out, my little stalker,” I say as I slip the jacket off then press a kiss to our baby’s forehead.

“Why, when you’re so cute from a distance?” Lily’s voice is quiet, and tinny.

“I am not cute,” I protest, turning until I identify the source of the sound. Winnie still in my arms and having finished her milk burps, I pace up to the bookshelf to where there’s a digital photo frame that Lily gave me for my fiftieth birthday.

“You are.”

I narrow my eyes. Yep. Definitely coming from the photo frame.

“That was very naughty, angel.”

Lily usually has several spying devices at any one time. I inspected the photo frame when she gave it to me, so she must have swapped it afterwards.

Clever. I grin. “Have you enjoyed watching me?”

“Yes.” And there’s honest glee in her tone.

“Come here then, and see me in person. I miss you and I want to kiss the mother of my children and love of my life.”

The door swings open and Lily pockets her phone as she slips inside.

“Look at this sweet creature we made,” I croon, showing Winnie to Lily as though she’s never seen her before.

“She’s adorable.”

“Best yet. I think we’re perfecting the technique.”

Lily snorts with laugher and touches the tip of Winnie’s baby nose with her finger. “Boop.”

“I will take her away if you cannot be trusted with my daughter,” I tease, putting my arm protectively over Winnie’s face. “Are the rest of the kids with Yvette?” I refer to our nanny. She used to be a receptionist, and it seems Lily and she became friends.

“Mmm.” Lily leans back against the desk and regards me from under her lashes, coy and sultry. “They’re all busy playing, so I thought I’d indulge in a bit of stalking.”

She’s wearing a wafty sundress in her favourite shade of violet. Winnie has Lily’s brown eyes, and while Lily possibly dotes most fondly on Oliver, our eldest, who shares my violet eyes, I can’t resist my baby girl with eyes so like her mother’s.

But you know who is even more impossible to resist?

My wife.

In a cotton sundress.

So I lay Winnie into her bassinet, tucking a blanket around her as she stretches and closes her eyes. The woven sides of her bed are high enough that Winnie would only see the ceiling, even if her eyes were open. Then I turn to Lily.

Her mouth is open, and her chest is rising and falling fast, pink flushing her cheeks.

“My angel.” I prowl over to her and clasp my hand to her nape, encircling her neck just enough for her to feel my ownership of her. “I’m going to take exactly what I need. And you are going to be my good quiet girl while I fuck you and you come on my cock, and not wake the baby.”