Page 32 of Triplet Babies for Pucking Christmas

“Fair enough.”

Noah’s settled down by now, his tiny eyes closed and his face calm. Savannah glances between him and me, like she’s debating something. Then she speaks up, almost sheepish. “Would you…mind watching him for a minute? I should probably clean myself up after the whole…” she gestures to the spit-up stain on her shirt “Incident.”

“Yeah, no problem.” I reach out as she hands him over, feeling his little body nestle into my arms.

She gives me a quick nod, reaching for the waistband of her shorts. I turn, trying not to stare, but I catch a glimpse asshe shimmies them down, revealing nothing but a black thong underneath.

My mouth goes dry, and I force myself to look at the wall. But when I turn back, she’s already wrapped herself in a towel, giving me a smirk over her shoulder.

“Be right back. Just…two minutes,” she says, disappearing into the bathroom, leaving me standing there with a fast-asleep baby and a heartbeat loud enough for her to hear through the door.

I shift Noah a little, trying to distract myself from the image burned into my brain, but I’m too wired to do anything but nod.

The door shuts, and I hear her humming softly in the bathroom, and, Jesus. My mind goes straight to her in there, imagining her hands, all soapy and slick, running over her skin. Over her breasts, her stomach…lower. That tight pink cunt.

I suck in a breath, fighting the tension building as I shift Noah in my arms. He’s starting to blow spit bubbles, his eyelids fluttering. His breathing’s soft, steady, and in a minute, he’ll be out cold. I lean over, placing him carefully on the bed, jangling my car keys to keep his attention on me until he’s fully asleep.

Just as his eyes close, I hear the bathroom door click open. There’s a waft of steam, and when I look up—there she is, wrapped in a towel, water dripping down her neck, tendrils of wet hair curling around her face.

“Hey,” she says, her voice low and quiet, almost a whisper.

“He’s asleep,” I murmur back, feeling my own voice drop.

“Good.” She shifts her weight, looking a little nervous, her fingers toying with the towel’s edge.

I loosen my tie, trying to release some of the heat coiling in my chest. “You okay?”

She nods but wipes at her face, pushing the towel higher over her chest. I watch her, barely moving.

“What…what are you doing?” Her voice is breathy, a little uncertain, but she doesn’t take her eyes off me.

I grab a clean towel from the dresser, holding it up. “Can I dry you off?”

Her gaze holds steady, but I can see the blush rising in her cheeks. “We…shouldn’t.” Her words say one thing, but the way she’s breathing says something else entirely.

“The baby’s asleep,” I tell her, taking a step closer, keeping my voice low. “Besides, I’ve already seen you naked, remember?”

She doesn’t say a word, just nods as I step closer. I lift the towel to her shoulder, letting it brush against her skin as I pat her dry, slow and steady. She sucks in a breath, her lips parting as she tilts her head back, giving me a better view of her neck.

I lean in, pressing a kiss just above her collarbone, and she lets out the softest moan. I pull back just a little, smirking. “Shh, don’t wanna wake Noah.”

She nods, biting her lip, her breathing going shallow as I continue, moving the towel down her arm, trailing it along her skin. I keep one hand on her jaw, lifting her face up as I lean closer until our lips are almost brushing.

She stares at me, her cheeks flushed. “I…didn’t think I’d see you again.”

“Same,” I mutter, and then I’m kissing her, one hand cupping her jaw as my other keeps working, patting her down, feeling her soft skin warm under my touch. Her hands find my shoulders, gripping tight as she presses up against me.

“Open your legs for me,” I whisper against her ear. “Gotta make sure you’re all dry. Don’t want you catching a cold.”

She lets out a shaky breath, nodding, and I slide the towel between her thighs, carefully, slowly. She whimpers, her eyes closing as I take my time, and I can feel her starting to tremble.

“Jared…” Her voice is a soft plea, and I can barely stand it.

I let the towel drop, my hand slipping between her legs, replacing it with my fingers. I brush over her, and she’s warm, so warm, and the small noises she makes—damn, it’s enough to drive me insane.

“I missed this,” I murmur, watching her as she leans into my hand, her fingers tangling in my hair.

She nods, her mouth slightly open, her breaths coming faster. “Me too…”

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