“Want to help me put this little guy to bed?”
“You don’t have to do that,” Addison said. “Maddox is almost done.”
Tommy stood and carefully lifted the sleeping baby from my chest. “You two fed us dinner. The least we can do is help you out.”
“I appreciate it,” Addison said.
“Me, too,” Maddox added from the floor. He looked at his older son. “One down, one to go. Right, Spence?”
Spencer laughed.
Tommy carried Thane to his room while I followed.
“Put him on the changing table,” I said as I started opening up the dresser drawers. I found what I needed in the second from the top. I selected a pair of pajamas with bears on them and carried them over to Thane and Tommy.
Tommy already had Thane undressed and was changing his diaper. “Can you believe he’s sleeping through all of this?”
“No,” I said as a lump filled my throat. Again, I was bombarded with thoughts of Tommy and me together, getting our baby ready for bed. Instead of a little blond-haired boy, ours would have a head of dark locks.
“Olivia.”
I met Tommy’s face. “Hmm?”
He held out his hand. “PJs?”
“Oh, right.”
Tommy dressed Thane and then slowly lowered him into his crib.
We both held our breath to make sure the baby didn’t wake up.
After a good minute, Tommy turned to me and put his hands on my upper arms. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
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Something seemed to be weighing on Olivia’s mind, but rather than talking about it, she threw herself in my arms and kissed me.
I tried to fight it at first because I didn’t want her to feel like she couldn’t talk to me, but when she started rubbing herself over my groin, my body soon won the battle with my brain.
“We shouldn’t be doing this here,” I said, eyeing the sleeping baby a few feet away. “Let’s go back to my place.”
Olivia cupped my length. “Or we could go into the bathroom.” She squeezed.
“Okay, let’s go into the bathroom.”
Man, I was super easy.
We peeked out into the hall and then snuck across it to the bathroom. As soon as the door was closed, she kissed me again.
“We have to make this quick before we get caught,” I said as I pulled my shirt over my head.
“I know,” she said, pushing my jeans off my hips far enough so that she could grab on to my dick.
I shuddered and looked down at her clothes. Olivia often wore skirts and dresses, but today wasn’t one of those days, which was a shame. I could have set her on the counter, lifted up her hem, and slipped inside her.
We were going to have to go with plan B.
I twirled her around and pushed against her back. “Bend over the counter.”
She did as I’d asked and rubbed her ass against me to let me know she was ready.
I pushed her shorts and underwear down to her knees and spread her legs just enough. Pushing a finger inside her, I groaned. She was soaked.
I rubbed against her G-spot for a few seconds before I replaced my digit with my cock.
“Ready?”
“Yes.”
I thrust inside her with one smooth move, and I had to bite my cheek to keep from groaning at how good she felt.
I wrapped my arms around her body, touching her everywhere as I began to thrust. I pushed my hands under her bra and squeezed her breasts, and I pulled her back against me over and over.
Little sounds were beginning to escape her mouth. I was half-worried Maddox and Addison would hear and half-worried we’d wake up the baby.
I pulled a hand from under her shirt and glided it up. I was aiming for her mouth, but when I reached her throat, something told me to stop. When I cupped her there, her pussy tightened around my dick.
When she made another noise, I put pressure on her. “Shh…you gotta be quiet.”
She nodded and clapped one of her hands over her mouth.
“Do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head.
“Do you remember our safe word?”
She nodded.
“Good.”
I tightened my hold a little as I slammed into her. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold off my orgasm, but I needed to make sure Olivia came first.
I went to pull my hand from her throat to move it to her clit, but she slammed one hand against mine.
I grinned. Who knew that hard-ass Olivia Mayer liked to be choked?
Me. I did.
I gently squeezed her throat, and she started contracting around me.
“Yes, Olivia, come,” I whispered.
She shook in my arms, her hands falling down to the counter to catch herself before she fell.
She pushed her ass into me, and I came with a hot rush.
We stood there, gasping for air, with our shorts and pants around our knees and my forehead resting on her back.
I really hated that she was leaving tomorrow because I wanted to explore her sexuality so much more. So much had changed in a week, and I couldn’t imagine what I might find out if we had a month together.
I heard movement down the hall in the living room and knew it was time for us to get dressed.
I reluctantly left her body and pulled up her shorts. I tried to button them for her, but she brushed my hand away.
“I got it.”
I tugged up my own pants and fastened them. “You okay?” Maybe I had taken things too far with the choking. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
She lifted her head, her eyes filled with shock. “No.”
“Whew. You had me worried there for a second.”
She arranged her bra and shirt back into place while I picked up my own tee from the floor and put it on.
She threw her arms around my neck. “You didn’t hurt me. That was great.”
“Then, what’s wrong?”
She opened her mouth, but I stopped her.
“And don’t tell me nothing.”
She smiled. “I’m going to miss you.”
“Ah, shit. I’m going to miss you, too.” It was on the tip of
