On the flip side of all the criticism, I’ve been swept off my feet. Smith has taken me places I’ve only dreamed of going. Restaurants, theaters, blacktie weddings. But, we’ve also been on picnics with Carter, sipped coffee at cafes, and eaten pizza in bed. He was determined to prove to me that not only were his feelings real, but that this would work. I’ve been convinced a hundred times over.
We became this family of three and I couldn’t ask for more. He wants me to finish school, so I can begin my career in fashion. But, in order to do that we needed to put Carter in daycare. It broke my heart, but I know that in the long run it’s the best. I’ll be doing what I love and Carter will be used to being away from the both of us. He loves it and I’m so glad. I can’t wait to not only graduate and find my path in the fashion industry, but not rely so much on Smith. I want to feel like an equal partner, not a dependent. He’s never made me feel like that, but having him pay for my schooling, our home, and anything I could need, it sometimes feels like it. I’ve got big plans though, I’m determined to have my own fashion line and I know I’ll do it.
“Hey,” Smith says, turning me to him. “Everything alright?”
I hug him tight and kiss his chest. “Everything’s perfect.”
And it is. I’ve never in my life had this feeling of being so complete in my life.
Carter busts through the door, holding a drawing he made of the three of us together. I’m in the middle, holding each of their hands, and when I see it my eyes well up with tears.
Never in my life did I ever think I could be this happy.
Eight
Smith
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Later in the evening, once Carter is put to bed, I grab the remote to the stereo and put on a soft tune.
“Would you like to dance?” I ask Bree.
She smiles, looking ever so beautiful in a long silk nightgown. “Of course,” she says, staring up at me underneath those long lashes.
There’s just something about this woman that makes me go weak in my knees. And I am not a weak man. I’ve never been known for being weak for anyone. Except her. She does something to me. Makes me go all primal beast on her or something.
I can’t get enough. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough either.
She has big ambitions, and it turns me on. She barely lets me help her succeed, and I could, so easily. But she wants to make a name for herself on her own. It turns me on. It made me fall in love when I thought I already was. But I was so wrong, because everyday I’m finding I love her more and more.
I hold this woman in my arms, swaying her body to the beat of the music. “I love dancing with you.”
She smiles up at me. “What else do you like doing with me?”
I audibly growl at her question. “You should know by now all the things I like doing with you.”
She raises a thin eyebrow. “Maybe I need to be reminded.”
Unable to take the pounding in my chest, I lean over and capture her lips with mine. “Then let me remind you everyday for the rest of our lives.” I continue kissing her, unable to get close enough.
She wraps her arms around my neck, tugging at the strands of my hair with her fingers.
I deepen the kiss, pulling her body snug against mine. I’ve never before in my life felt such passion for one person, but everyday I find I’m feeling it more and more with Bree. “I need you,” I tell her. “I need you on your hands and knees right now.”
She stares up at me, dropping to her knees as slowly as possible. She licks her lips on the way down and I can barely contain myself. “Is this where you want me.”
I nod, over and over, my cock growing three sizes bigger in the blink of an eye. “Yeah, baby. I want you mouth wrapped around my thick cock before I fuck your tight little pussy so good.”
She tugs at my pajama pants, bringing them down my legs and I step out of them. She rubs her hand over my boxers and the ridge of my cock begging to be freed.
“You’re such a naughty little thing.”
She licks her lips again as she hooks her fingers into the waistband of my boxers and begins to tug. “I am your naughty girl.”
“Fuck yeah, you are. Show me how naughty you can be.” I lean my head back and groan as she removes my boxers from me. “Fuck, Bree.”