Chapter 28
The sound of Emmersyn crying through the baby monitor let Paisley know that it was time to get up. She rolled to face Braxton and placed a kiss on his chest before she attempted to pull away.
Arms wrapped tightly around her and he murmured something into her ear, “Don’t go; it’s too early.”
Paisley snuggled even closer to Braxton, getting her final fix of him before she broke free from his hold. “Our little caterpillar is calling for us.”
Braxton rolled onto his back, breathing out a heavy gush of air. He was frustrated. He’d taken her several times last night and still not had his fill.
But Emmy wasn’t going to wait much longer so Paisley tossed her covers back, her naked body on full display as she walked toward the bedroom door.
Braxton sucked in a breath as she walked away. Her tight ass swayed back and forth, his gaze searing into her skin as she exited the room.
Once she was out of sight, he closed his eyes, recalling their escapades of the previous night. He had made her cry out his name not once, but three times. Never in his life had he ever been so connected to someone during intercourse. But then again, it hadn’t been just sex—it was so much more than that. Last night had been a binding of two souls as one. A commitment to each other that the future was theirs for the taking, and he was ready to claim what was his. By the time the day was over, she would know where her place was, and that would be in his bed from now on.
The slapping sound of Paisley's bare feet on the hardwood floors grew louder and louder, indicating that she was on her way back to him. When she appeared in the doorway, she held a smiling Emmersyn in her arms. Emmy clung to Paisley, her pale purple sleeper contrasted against her mussed red hair. Her tiny fingers were crammed into her mouth as she gnawed on them.
“There’s your daddy, little one.” Paisley kissed the top of Emmy’s little head.
Braxton sat, scooting back so that his back rested against the headboard. His arms lifted into the air as his fingers flexed back and forth. “There’s my tiny caterpillar. Come to me, baby girl.”
Paisley approached the bed and handed Emmy to her father, who quickly started placing kisses to her forehead before blowing raspberries on her little tummy. Emmy giggled with excitement from the attention her daddy gave her. Raspberries were one of her favorite things that only Braxton did with her.
Paisley set a warm bottle on the nightstand. “I’m going to take a shower; you can do the honors of feeding our girl.”
Braxton’s eyes lit up with mischief. “When I’m done feeding our little one, how about I feed her mommy?” He reached, grasping his girth through the sheets.
Paisley shook her head as she exited the room. But admittedly, the thought of Braxton doing more naughty things excited her.
As she stood in the shower, she contemplated the easiest way to broach the subject of what last night had meant. It couldn’t have been just a one-night thing, right? There had been so much passion, want, need, and desire exchanged between them. Surely this was the start of something bigger and better. But what if Braxton didn’t see it as building their future? What if he just saw it as sex? Could she live with that?
She allowed herself to run both positive and negative scenarios through her head. There were so many that she stood under the water until it ran cold. Finally, tired of the what if’s, she decided to face the day head-on. She’d either be the happiest girl alive or filing for divorce, because now that she’d had a taste of what their life could be like, she couldn’t settle for anything less than everything with Braxton.
Their ride to the office was quiet; Paisley was lost in her own head as she contemplated what the day held for her. As they turned the corner to make their way down the long hallway that held all three of their offices, they found Paxton sitting on the edge of Rachel’s desk. He appeared to be flirting his ass off with their administrative assistant. Braxton and Paisley exchanged a glance.
“What’s going on here?” Braxton questioned.
Paxton slid off Rachel’s desk and made his way to the stroller. Bending over, he tickled his niece’s belly which produced a laugh. Paxton didn’t look at his sister or his brother-n-law; he continued to play with his niece while he answered. “Nothing’s going on—just being social.”
Quietly, Braxton responded to Paxton, “I hardly doubt that. You forget I know your moves and it looks like you’re putting them on our employee. Watch yourself, brother; she’s not your normal hookup. She’s a sweet girl.”
Then Braxton stopped at Paisley’s office and reached for her arm. His hand was trembling as it wrapped around her bicep, stopping her from pushing the stroller through the door.
Paisley’s eyes widened from the warmth of his hand through her thin silk blouse. She turned her head, their gazes met, and smiled at him.
Braxton tugged her to him, enveloping her in his arms. He placed a firm, hard kiss on her lips. Heat filled Paisley from head to toe as she melted into him. Want and need consumed her as she enjoyed how demanding his kiss was.
When their lips parted, Braxton surprised Paisley with a quick smack to her ass. “Now go earn your keep, butterfly. I’ll come to get you for lunch.”
They had never publicly displayed affection in the office. Rachel turned to Paxton, who shrugged his shoulders, smiled, and started walking behind the two lovebirds.
“Hey,” Paxton called down the hall. “What the hell was that all about?”
At the sound of her brother yelling, Paisley peaked her head out of
