“What are you doing in here?” I asked, throwing the towel at him, and he caught it mid-air.
“What does it look like I’m doing, kid? I’m showering,” he simply stated, drying off and not bothering to cover his cock.
“No shit, smart ass. But why are you showering in my room?”
“I wasn’t aware you assigned showers for your guests.”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t play that game with me. You know exactly what you’re doing. Down to telling Capri to ask me to bring you a towel.”
“I don’t know what you’re implying. All I wanted was to shower. It isn’t my fault you don’t know how to control yourself, and you’re still staring at my cock.”
“Oh my God! Then fucking cover it!”
He laughed, wrapping the towel around his waist. “Seeing as I have no clothes, I might have to wear just this towel for the rest of the night.”
“I’m sure I can find something of Christian’s for you. He’s always leaving his clothes behind when he comes to visit.”
“Or I can use the clothes you’ve stolen from me over the years.”
“Like I still have them.”
“I saw my black hoodie in your closet, kid.”
My mouth dropped open. “You snooped through my things?”
“No, but it got you to admit you still have my shit.”
I glared at him.
“You shouldn’t poke the bear.”
“Oh, so you’re the bear now? Here I thought you were the asshole.”
He winked. “Sweetheart, I can be both.”
“You’re just a shameless bastard at this point.”
“At least I’m not asking you to call me daddy.”
“Ewww … don’t ever say that again.”
He chuckled, tugging on the ends of my hair. “Have I told you how beautiful you look today?”
I smirked. “Just today?”
“You know you’re drop-dead gorgeous, kid.”
“What’s with the flattery? What do you want?”
“For you to tuck me in.”
“It’s too early for your bedtime, Mr. Locke.”
“We’re back to Mr. Locke, are we?”
Backing away from the bathroom, I informed, “Dinner’s almost ready. I don’t think your hoodie is going to fit you anymore. You’re bigger than you were back then.”
He arched an eyebrow. “How about my cock? Is that bigger too?”
“No.” I shrugged. “It wasn’t ever that big to begin with.”
He growled as he reached for me, but I was quicker and jumped out of his grasp.
“I’ll get you some of Christian’s clothes. Don’t come out of my room. I don’t want to scar our daughter with her thinking men are all this small.”
This time I wasn’t fast enough, and he threw me over his shoulder and smacked my ass so fucking hard.
“Julian!”
“I’ll show you fucking small, kid.”
“Put me down!”
“Keep your voice down, or our daughter is going to think I’m torturing you.”
“Umm … you’re spanking me! Same difference!”
“If you’d be a good girl, you wouldn’t need any discipline.”
“Julian, put me down!”
He did, tossing my ass on my bed. Except, he hovered over my body and caged me in with his arms around my face. My heart beat rapidly against his chest, feeling his dick against my core.
To prove his point, he thrust against my pussy. “How’s that for small?”
I smiled. “Didn’t feel a thing.”
With that, he flipped me over and pinned my hands above my head, locking my wrists together.
Rasping, “I used to love you in this position.”
I inadvertently moaned.
“There’s my good girl.”
When his hand slipped in between my legs, Capri called out, “Momma, Daddy? Where did you guys go?”
“I guess it’s true what they say about kids being little cock blockers.” He let me go, and I got up, slapping him on the chest.
“Don’t look so disappointed,” he teased. “You could always play with your pussy later with the arsenal of toys you have in your drawer.”
My face paled. “You did snoop through my thi—”
Capri walked in. “There you are.” She peered back and forth between us, smiling. “What are you guys doing?”
“I was just about to get your dad some clothes. Do you know where Uncle Christian left his sweats and sweater the last time he was here?”
“I think they’re in the laundry room cabinet. I’ll get it for you, Daddy.” She excitingly ran out of the room.
“Payback’s a bitch,” I threatened in a lighthearted tone. “Just wait until I snoop through your things.”
“What’s mine is yours—you can look through anything.”
I tried to hide the smile on my face as I walked out the room to go finish dinner, playing it off like his words didn’t affect me.
—Julian—
Autumn cooked my favorite dish, and we ate together as a family. It was crazy how effortless this was. How natural it felt being here in her home, watching as she finished up dinner while Capri set the table. I enjoyed watching their routine, thankful to be a part of it. How Autumn was able to balance being a successful publicist, and a loving and attentive mother was not lost on me.
It was sexy as fuck.
She was amazing with our daughter, and I could tell that she and Capri were very close. Seeing their special relationship warmed my heart. Making me realize how much I’d truly missed out on.