Slipping two fingers inside her, he found her tender spot and began stroking it in a come-hither movement. Paisley’s hips rose off the sofa, thrusting in the air with each touch of his finger to her G-spot. Softly, she cried out, demanding more of him.
Little glints of lights burst before her. He had taken her to the top of Everest, and now she was free-falling as she rode out her release. With his lips tightly secured to hers, he swallowed her cries of ecstasy.
When he stood, Paisley saw just how hard he had gotten by pleasuring her. Inside, she was doing the end-zone shuffle, knowing that she had that effect on him. Reaching out, her hand met the fabric of his slacks as she grasped his erection. Quickly, he removed her grip from his hard-on.
He saw the confusion in her eyes and knew he needed to explain himself. “I’m about to explode, butterfly. If I let you touch me just the slightest bit longer, I’ll be cleaning my juice from inside my pants.”
She giggled at his comment.
“Besides, I don’t plan on wasting my swimmers. I have every intention of sinking myself so deep inside you later tonight and filling your pussy with my seed.”
Paisley quivered before him at the sound of his proclamation.
Chapter 29
It was almost midnight when Braxton arrived home that evening. He hadn’t planned on spending four hours with Josie Preston, but once she knew that there was no way she would ever be able to convince him to cheat on his wife, she’d given up and conceded to hearing Braxton’s pitch.
Braxton quietly moved through his home, slowly removing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. He had expected to find Paisley asleep in his bed, but what he found was an empty room. He was disappointed that she’d felt the need to sleep in her old room. Hadn’t he made it clear to her that she belonged with him in his bed?
Sleeping alone after what they’d shared last night was not going to do. He tossed his shirt into the hamper, removed his socks and shoes, and then padded back down the hall to her room. When he opened the door, he found Paisley uncovered and wearing one of his college T-shirts. To hell with her being in his bed tonight—why couldn’t he just be in hers?
He slid his slacks down his legs. Standing there in just his boxer briefs. For a second he watched her before climbing in beside her. Paisley rolled over in her sleep, forcing her face to land against Braxton’s bare chest. She snuggled a bit closer, allowing Braxton to get his arms around her and hold her tight.
“Night, butterfly.” He said the words quietly as he placed a kiss on the top of her head.
The next morning, they woke to the sun beating down on them through the window in Paisley's room. Sometime during the night, Paisley had rolled to her other side and now Braxton’s morning wood was nestled tightly against her ass.
Feeling a little devilish, she pressed her cheeks tighter to his groin before rubbing herself against him.
“Tease.” Braxton’s voice cracked as he spoke.
“What time did you get home?”
“Midnight.”
Paisley’s body sagged against his before she pulled away to climb out of bed. He reached for her, only she was faster than he was this morning, and all he saw was her retreating back as she made her way to the bathroom.
“Butterfly,” he called to her.
“Don’t call me that.” She was quick to reply.
“It’s not what you think.” He knew she was questioning why he had gotten home so late.
“How do you know what I think?” You’re right. That’s what I think. But can you blame me.
“You think something happened between Josie and me.”
“Didn’t it? It was after eleven when I went to bed, and you still weren’t home. And you hadn’t called or texted.” She hated that she couldn’t fully trust him.
“Nothing happened. I swear it on Emmy’s life.” Braxton spoke desperately.
“Don’t do that; don’t you swear on her life.”
“Fine. I swear on my own life. Can’t you just trust me and let me explain?”
Paisley wasn’t having any of it right now. She closed the bathroom door, and the clicking sound told Braxton she didn’t want to be bothered.
Braxton wasn’t giving up so easily. He sprung from her bed before making his way into Emmy’s room. She hadn’t thought about closing the door to the jack-and-jill bathroom between both of their rooms. Or maybe she had but chose to leave it open as a way for him to get to her.
He knew if he forced his way to her, she’d only shut him out further. Interrupting her morning ritual of washing her face, brushing her teeth, and putting on her makeup—something he’d always thought she looked better without, wasn’t an option. He needed a reason to bother her. And, as if the gods were looking after him, they blessed him with Emmy waking up.
After a quick diaper change and a jaunt to his room to retrieve the photo from his wallet, he now had his reason to bother his pissed off wife.
Paisley refused to acknowledge his presence when he entered the bathroom. He stood behind her, patiently holding his daughter and waiting. He knew she knew he was there, but she refused to allow their gazes to meet in the mirror.
Finally, frustration got the best of him and he couldn’t wait any longer. Braxton slapped the picture he kept in his wallet on the bathroom countertop in front of Paisley.
Paisley glanced at the photo before turning to look at him. “Where did you find that?”
“In my wallet. I’ve had this picture in my wallet since the day we took it. I’ve never removed it, not once, not even when I was with Alissa.”
He looked in the mirror at her and saw her confusion.
“You’ve always been right at the forefront of my life. I convinced myself to believe
