9
Ryan
Regina walks into the kitchen, wearing jeans that seem to be designed specifically to turn me on. They emphasize the round firmness of her ass, and I can’t help but stare. I’m being stupid, of course. The girl hasn’t suddenly become desperate just because I’ve been ravishing her night after night. I’m surprised she can even close her legs and walk, seeing that I’ve been riding her so hard.
On the other hand, it’s impossible not to feel overwhelmed by the girl whose full hips and plump ass stretch the fabric in unfairly tantalizing ways. Regina catches me staring and smiles coyly.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning,” I respond. “How did you sleep last night?” I grin wickedly at her, knowing that neither of us slept a wink. But she merely smiles innocently again.
“I slept very well she says,” grabbing coffee I poured for her. “Very well, in fact. I’m not sure I could have slept better if I tried.”
I walk toward the carafe just beyond her.
“Is that right? Well, I wonder how that came about because I barely got a wink.” As I pass behind the pretty girl, I pinch her ass hard enough to make her jump. She gasps sharply and then bursts into giggles. A thrill passes through me. I would take her right here in the kitchen if the kids weren’t in the house.
But that raises the nature of our assignations. Regina’s been in my bed every night solid for a week, and we tangle together throughout the night, our limbs entwined. She sighs when I enter her, and it feels so right each time. This is where she belongs too. In my bed. In my heart.
The pretty brunette throws me a mischievous look, and then laughs again.
“You know, you talk about the kids like they’re a handful, but it’s you. You’re the one who’s incorrigible.”
I lean forward and put my mouth right against her ear, sliding my hand over her shapely bottom and giving it a nice squeeze.
“Sweetheart, I have no idea what that word means. Really, zero.”
She giggles again, swatting me playfully on the arm.
“Go away, you madman,” she says.
I pinch her delightful bottom again and she yelps. “Breakfast is on the table.” I say, still smirking as I walk toward the dining room. I glance behind me, just in time to see her staring at my ass, her face flushed. I laugh and she meets my eyes. The contact is electric and I all want to do is ravish her right here on the floor. Shit, I am so lost in this woman.
I stroll into the dining room, and to my surprise, some of the kids are already here. Oh crap, did they just hear what was going on next door? But they’re busily fighting over a box of Lucky Charms, and hardly even notice when I walk in. I put the orange juice down, my heart racing. But then, Regina enters behind me and lightly trails her hand over my ass in revenge. The touch is electric, yet I can’t react because of the kids. These damn children. She smirks as she walks past me, victorious, and I think about all the ways I’ll wipe that expression off her face when we have some privacy.
“Hi, Regina,” Rebecca chirps, popping a marshmallow into her mouth before opening her arms for a hug.
“Good morning, princess,” our nanny says, wrapping my daughter in a huge bear hug. Their hair blends for a moment, and the color is so similar that they look like mother and daughter. My heart lurches. Then, the twins decide they want some attention too, and attach themselves to Regina, one on each leg like monkeys.
“Rachel, Rufus, we’re not at the zoo,” I say. “No monkey business. Not during breakfast.”
Of course, my kids ignore me entirely. Ronnie enters the dining room at that moment, and as soon as he sees Regina, my son falls into a theatrical bow.
“Good morning, milady,” Ronnie says. “How did you sleep?”
“Just fine,” she smiles in return, pulling Rufus and Rachel up. “Come on sweethearts. Into your chairs for breakfast. I know you can.”
The chaos of the morning has started, and I shake my head while taking my place at the head of the table. We settle down a bit and soon the kids are munching away happily.
“I have a big announcement,” I announce. Regina glances at me from her seat. Her brown eyes look anxious, but then return to calm within seconds.
“What Daddy?” asks Rebecca. “What’s the big announcement? Is it that we can go now?”
I nod.
“I spoke with the fire marshal just before I cooked breakfast and we’re all free to leave. No more prison!” Everyone cheers and I hold up my hand. “Wait. There’s more.” I wait for them to quiet down and say, “We’re going on a two-week vacation. Who wants to go to Grandma’s house?”