ROMAN
Iglance at the time, drum my fingers on my desk, then look across the main room to Sophia’s office. It’s been a few days since our fun poker night and since we fired Sasha. So far, everything has been good. We’ve been able to balance our time with work and Sophia and keep her happy and taken care of. In the last twenty-four hours, she’s been more smiley and closer to her old self.
But I can’t shake the rock that’s weighing in my gut. As if we’re just waiting for something to hit the fan. Gunner knocks on my door before opening it. “Hey, we have interviews set up for today. Would you like to be included?”
“You and Nick can handle that,” I tell him. “He’s the H.R. person, and you’re you. I need to keep this moving.” I motion to the computer. “It’s not like we’re hiring another Bella.”
He nods, then glances over at Sophia. “No, we have that covered pretty well now.”
I roll my eyes, clear my throat, and arch an eyebrow at Gunner. He nods, smacks the papers against his palm, then heads out. I don’t know why that comment bugged me slightly. Maybe it’s the fact that he compared Bella and Sophia when they’re entirely different; Gunner knows that.
Sophia, like Bella, doesn’t have a problem with us sharing her, but she’s so much more. She spends time with us, kisses us every day, joins in on game nights, cooks with us, talks with us. It’s not just sex, and that’s been clouding things for me.
Because I’m pretty sure that I want more than sex and make out moments with her, and I’m even more confident that I’m not the only one. Nick, Gunner, and Holden all shine brighter with Sophia around.
I shake my head. No. This is the wrong time to focus on her like this. As it is, my cock is already stirring in my pants. I pinch the inside of my lower thigh, and that helps bring me to the present, where I have three pissy clients to deal with.
An hour before I call it a day, Sophia comes into my room and shuts the door behind her. It threatens my self-control. We’ve gotten naughty more than once at work, and there’s nothing I enjoy more than leaving her right on the edge until we get home. It keeps her focused on the moment instead of on her father in the hospital.
She walks over to me, and I click the button on my remote that frosts the windows around my office. Sophie’s lips turn up at the corner, and she leans back on my desk, her auburn hair rolling over one shoulder as her eyes flick to mine and catch.
Her heel brushes my ankle, drawing my attention to her long legs on display in that damn skirt she has on. Sophia’s body is lush, familiar, warm. I swear, if I was a cartoon, either my heart would be lurching from my chest as my eyes bugged out of my head, or I’d be howling like a wolf and drooling.
“Are we going to the hospital today?”
“We are.” I agree, trying to focus on her face rather than every dirty thing we could get away with in this office right now. Like bending her over, pushing that skirt up over her hips, and teasing her with my cock until she begs me for more, begs me to fuck her like she’s mine. I curl my hand into a fist. “As I promised this morning.”
“Okay.” She bites her bottom lip, and her cheeks flush a little.
“Bambina … now’s the time to get to the point.” I hear the warning in my voice, so I’m sure she does too.
“I feel like we need to tell Dad.” She whispers. “About us … all of us. Every time I see him, I feel guilty. Like I’m just lying to his face by not saying anything to him.”
“Sophia … I’m not sure that’s the best plan of action here. He’s still recovering. Once he gets home with the doctor’s clearance, we can start that conversation. Let’s not rush him into it.”
“That’s why I haven’t said anything yet!” She pulls herself up and onto my desk. She looks to the side and leans back. Her chest heaves with every quick breath, and I’m worried she’s going to pop a button if she keeps this up. “But I feel so bad. He’s trying so hard to connect with me, and I can’t even share one of the biggest, most important things in my life.”
“Well, of course, you want to show off your toys.” I tease.
She puts her heel on my chest as I move towards her and pins me with a serious, almost hurt gaze. “You know that I don’t see any of you guys like that. You’re all important to me, so important.”
“I know, Bambina.”
“More than sex. You guys are … you make me feel like I’m part of the best possible family. I come home and know that I’m going to enjoy every second of game night, making dinner, showering, or anything else we do.”
My hand caresses her calf, sliding along the underside of her knee and thigh until Sophie shivers. She points at me. “We need to tell him.”
In one move, I pluck her from the desk and pull her over my lap so she’s straddling me. I cup her face in my hands and press my forehead to hers. “We will. Soon.”
“Today.”
“If you think his health can handle that, then fine. Otherwise, I think we should wait until he gets home.” I insist.
Sophia’s hands slide over my shoulders and along my neck. Her touch is so light, but a trail of heat burns through my skin, sinking deeper and deeper until it warms my core. She leans her head to the side slightly, and the tease of her breath on my lips, the way her light floral perfume twists my head, how warm and soft her body is on mine … drives me insane.
Even if I call myself a dom, I know I’m powerless against her when she’s gentle and slow like this. I want to bask in her sweet affection forever. Sophia exhales shakily as her eyes stroke over my face. Her nose brushes mine, and a familiar surge of impatient need rips through me.
I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and claim her mouth. Sucking her bottom lip isn’t enough today. I lick across the part in her lips and dive deeper when she opens to me. Sophia’s tongue is pure sin.