Page 66 of Like You Love Me

“Oh, good. Did Jace see Collin?”

“Yes, he did, and he said Mr. Clark and Sierra are pretty chummy. Have you talked to London yet about him being her drama teacher?” Sheyna questioned.

She glanced over her shoulder to make sure London wasn’t around before saying, “No, not yet.”

“Bianca, you have to stop stalling and tell him that Collin wants Sierra to know, he’s her father.”

“I know.” Bianca rested an elbow on the countertop and cupped her chin with her hand. “There has just been so much going on with the hit-and-run that I—”

“I understand, but you have to say something to him soon before that fool tells her himself.” She gave a rude snort. “I could hear him now saying, ‘Sierra, sweetheart, I’m not just your drama teacher; I am also your father.’ Sierra would be confused, and I don’t want her to go through that.”

Bianca was still having a hard time wrapping her brain around the fact he was already in Sierra’s life. “Neither do I.” She heard heavy footsteps coming her way. “Look, I better go, but I promise I will make sure it is done.”

“Make sure what is done?” London said, and she ended the call.

She put her phone away and flashed a sheepish grin. “That we relax and stop worrying.”

“I agree,” London replied and pulled her close into the circle of his arms. “All I want to worry about is you for the next few days.”

“What would you like to do first?” she purred.

His spearmint-scented breath feathered across her nose as he said, “I have a few ideas, but before we get into that, how about I go out and plug in the hot tub?”

“How long does it take to heat up?”

He grinned. “Since it is on a covered porch probably three hours.”

“Then that is plenty of time,” Bianca said before dashing upstairs.

London prepared the hot tub and looked around the covered area. The back patio was built with honey-colored composite deck flooring. There was the hot tub, a bar, a fire pit and lounge chairs with big plush pillows. Blankets and towels were folded neatly on floating shelves, so the space provided everything needed for a cozy evening outside. Three steps took you to the lower patio, which was covered with contemporary gray pavers. There was an outdoor kitchen and seating for six, and a few feet away, was the covered in-ground pool that was safeguarded by wrought iron fencing. It was a relaxing retreat for indoor-outdoor living for even this time of the year. He turned on the heater then went back inside just as a car pulled up to deliver the groceries Bianca had ordered. He shrugged out of his coat and gloves, then carried the bags into the kitchen and put the groceries away.

“London!”

He put the last item into the pantry then moved down the hall. “Bianca, where are you?”

“I’m up here!” he heard from a distance.

London removed his boots and left them near the front door. He walked towards the staircase to look up and see Bianca with a hand on her hip.

“What took you so long?” she cooed.

He stared up at his wife standing at the top of the stairs, dressed in a barely-there red negligee. The material was held together by strings on each side that he couldn’t wait to unlace. The front dipped low, showing cleavage, and the crotch was cut so high he was already anticipating what was to come.

“Turn around,” he ordered, and a slow smile curled her lips. Bianca swung around slowly, allowing him to get a clear view of the thin material between the cheeks of the most amazing ass he’d ever seen. “Damn,” he murmured under his breath.

“I take it you like what you see?” Her round bottom was jiggling deliciously with every step.

“Look at all that,” he said, shaking his head, “I like everything I see. And then some.”

Bianca stared down at him with a mischievous look as she crooked a finger and said, “Come here.”

London wasted no time ascending the stairs. Once he was close enough, Bianca slowly started backing away. She giggled, sending her breasts bouncing.Oh, what a lucky man I am, he thought as his loins tightened. He kept walking down the wooden hallway, and once he was close enough, London slipped an arm around her slender waist and dragged her flush against him.

Bianca tilted her chin, looking up at him and said, “I’ve been waiting all day for this.” Her voice was so soft the tone caused his loins to tighten. London wasted no time scooping his wife into his arms and carried her the short distance into the first bedroom. He walked across a thick area rug and over near a king-sized bed where he lowered her gently to her feet. Bianca lifted the sweatshirt over his head, followed by a t-shirt. Her fingers slid across his skin, touching him in ways that made him feel like the luckiest guy in the world. Leaning forward, she rained kisses at his shoulder before her tongue slid across his chest. Desire pulled at his groin as she caressed her way down his body.

“Where did you get that nightie?”

“I’ve had this for a while, waiting for an opportunity to show it to you,” Bianca explained while painting figure eights with her tongue.

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