Page 44 of Beauty Of Her

I moved my mouth faster, and my grip on his shaft tightened. Every muscle in Brett’s body went rigid, his hips thrusting uncontrollably as he soared toward his climax. The sound of his moans filled the room, sending ripples of liquid heat to my pussy.

With a final, deep groan, Brett exploded. His body convulsed as his release shot into my mouth, filling it with his hot essence. I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of him on my tongue. As he came down from his high, I pulled away slowly, releasing him from my mouth.

Brett's chest rose and fell rapidly as he caught his breath, a blissful smile on his lips. "Fuck," he whispered. "That was... incredible."

I patted my mouth as if to use my hand as an imaginary napkin and said, “I know.”

This meeting dragged on forever, and I needed to be somewhere in about ninety minutes. And that somewhere was the twins’ soccer practice. The plan was to pick the girls up straight from school and lug all their equipment and uniforms to the field so they could change in the locker rooms. The one issue was my boss showed zero signs of slowing down this conference. Like, what the fuck. Of all days, it had to be soccer practice.

The pen in my hand that I incessantly clicked nearly slipped out of my sweaty palms as my leg shook under the table. There was no way I’d ever make it to the twins. I pulled out my phone and texted Peter, begging him to pick up the girls, briefly explaining why I needed his help. Five minutes turned into fifteen, and there was no answer. Of course, Peter didn’t answer me regarding the kids on his off day. I let out an exasperated sigh, resisting the urge to throw my phone across the room. Peter never seemed to understand the importance of being there for our children, even when I desperately needed his help.

My mind raced with all the possible scenarios that could unfold if I didn't make it to soccer practice on time. The twins would be left waiting, their disappointment and tears tugging at my heartstrings. Well, Sara would cry. Zoe would sport a scowl until her twenty-first birthday. I couldn't let them down. The meeting finally ended, and I had exactly fifteen minutes to get to the girls’ school.

I didn’t say bye to anyone, not even Amelia, as I sprinted out of the office, skipping the elevator and taking the steps two at a time. The run to my car felt like a lifetime, but it really took me all of two minutes. I pulled the door open, and before I even closed it, I pressed the start button for the engine—except nothing happened. I pressed the start-stop button again, and nothing.

Shit, shit, shit, shit!

This was not happening, even though it so was. My car wouldn’t fucking start. A sob escaped my chest as I understood that not only was I going to be late for the twins, but I would most likely miss the practice. And so would the girls. My mind screamed. I checked my phone again. Nothing from Peter. Silence from everyone. Amelia couldn’t help this afternoon because she was helping her mother move into assisted living tonight. I called Peter, and it rang until it went to voice mail. I left a desperate message, knowing he’d listened too late. Who else was there? My mind raced. And then it dawned on me…

Brett.

I hesitated momentarily, contemplating whether I should reach out to him. We had been seeing each other for a while now, and he did say how he wanted to bond with the girls. This might not have been the best opportunity to do that, but it was an opportunity no less.

With trembling fingers, I dialed Brett's number.

"Hey, Julia," he answered on the second ring, his deep voice filled with an ease that seeped into my skin.

Tears welled up in my eyes as frustration and anxiety threatened to overwhelm me. "Brett, I need your help."

This was happening. This was really, really happening. And it wasn’t like I didn’t ask for it in the recent past because I did. I had told Julia I thought it was important to start building rapport with her daughters. I expected it to come soon. Would I be lying to say I envisioned myself going to the girls’ school to pick them up for soccer practice?

No.

But it meant a lot to Julia to see I was a person of my word and was there to help because the fact was, I wanted to. Julia needed to embrace the idea of me being in her life as someone she could depend on. Clearly, Peter wasn’t available to help, so she called me. That was what my gut told me. I didn’t ask Julia many questions when she called because the poor woman sounded exasperated and beaten.

This was a big step in our relationship, and I wanted to make a good impression on Julia's daughters. I knew that gaining their trust wouldn't be easy, but I was determined to prove myself. I arrived at the school, white-knuckling the steering wheel. This was uncharted territory for me. Being involved in a woman's children's lives was completely new, and I couldn't help but wonder if I was ready for it.

As I parked my car, I took a deep breath to steady my racing heart. I got out and walked only a few steps toward the entrance when Sara and Zoe busted through the doors. They were already dressed for soccer practice: Zoe in green and Sara in white.

“What are you doing?” Zoe asked, with a soccer ball cradled under her arm.

“Oh, I’m here to pick you up.” I pointed to my chest and then over to my car.

“You could have just waited in the car.” Zoe rolled her eyes, already done with me.

“Thanks for getting us, Brett,” said Sara in a sugary tone. “I’m sure Mom was freaking out.”

I guided the girls to my car as we clambered in, sitting in the backseat. Suddenly, a coupe seemed like a dumb choice to drive the girls around.

“I feel like your chauffeur,” I smirked into the rearview mirror.

“Do you know if our mom will make it to soccer?” Zoe asked, completely ignoring my cheesy comment. And then came the eye roll.

“She’s going to try her best. A meeting ran late, and then her car wasn’t starting.” I threw my car into reverse, and we were off. “It looks like you’re only going to be five minutes late. I bet practice won’t even start by then.”

“Great. We’re going to be late,” said Zoe, followed by another eye roll.

“Hey. They will get stuck if you keep doing that with your eyes.” I peered into the mirror.

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