Page 119 of Anything To Be With You

Mason looks back up the stairs. "The guys and uh…" he rubs the back of his neck. "A couple of girls."

That did it.

Dani marches her tiny body upstairs. "Axton Charles! Clayton Matthew! Girls!" she yells.

The children in question rush to the top of the stairs. No one says anything. The girls huddle together, next to a boy with blond hair, while Axe smiles down at Dani, his eyes roaming her body.

"Eyes up here, Axe." Dani scolds.

Mason fires a look at Axe. I would not want to be on the receiving end of that look.

Dani turns to Mason. "You are staying with Nanny and Papa for two weeks, starting tonight."

"But I’m going over to Clay’s for the night." Mason whines.

Dani drops her hands on her hips. "Fine. Only because it’s Clay."

"Hey!" Axe complains.

"Shut it, Axe. I’ll pick you up after work tomorrow and drop you off at Nanny’s. Where you’ll be staying for two weeks."

"Okay." Mason nods.

"Well, now that we've settled that," I clap my hands, "you know the drill. Either clean or I'm calling parents."

The kids race down the stairs and into the kitchen for cleaning supplies. Dani turns and walks down the stairs, standing two steps from the bottom and looking me right in the eye.

"I do love when you take charge," she bats her lashes at me.

"Do you now." I growl, dropping my hands on her round hips and pull her closer. Her lips meet mine and a collective groan comes from the living room.

"Ma, come on." Mason grumbles.

Dani smiles against my lips. "Watch this." She slides her hands down my arms and around my back, grabbing my ass.

"You’re such a pervert, Ma." Mason groans.

Dani giggles against my lips. "The faster you clean up, the faster you can get out of here and not have to watch me feel up Archer."

The house is cleaned in record time.

Mason

Dani

"Oh, yeah. Mmm, right there." I moan into the blankets.

Luke’s hands are working my back in one of the best massages I have ever had. I jerk when he hits a knot. "Ow!" I turn my head to look at him. "That hurt."

He grins at me, leaning down and kissing between my shoulders. "Better?"

"Smartass." I can’t keep the smile out of my voice. He keeps kneading the muscle, eventually getting rid of the knot.

"You’ve got magic fingers, Archer."

He peppers kisses along my spine, sinking his teeth into my ass cheek. "You know I have magic fingers," he says while sliding one down my crack and along my pussy.

I bite back a moan as his finger runs back up my crack and down again, this time slipping one finger inside my pussy. I push my hips against his hand, searching for more. He pumps his finger slowly, taking his time and playing around with me. But I don’t want to play. I want rough, hard fucking. I move up the bed and away from his fingers.

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