Page 43 of Head Over Heels

“Livvy,” he groans.

I come again, a glittery sensation like one of those fireworks that drip sparkles all over the sky. I swat his hands away from my nipples and thrust myself down on him as hard as I can, spasming around him. “So. Good,” I tell him.

“Fuck,” he says, rough and harsh, and then his eyes squeeze shut and his head tilts back and his mouth opens, roar-wide but silent, and his hand falls away from me to pound the mattress, his body rigid under mine. “Fuck, Livvy,fuuuuuuuuuck.”

I rest my head on his chest, listening to the pounding of his heart. His arms come around me.

When he gets up to throw out the condom, I get up, too.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he says. “I’m not done with you.”

I guess no one’s getting any sleep tonight.

Chapter 22

Chase

“Daddy, wakeup.”

I regain consciousness unwillingly. I am alone in my bed. Katie’s face is inches from mine.

My eyelids are gritty. My mouth is dry. My body feels like it’s been worked over by a sadistic massage therapist. And still, the very first thing I do when I remember is grin.

Wow.

Wow, wow,wow.

Also, I think I tweaked a muscle in my butt. But the expression on Liv’s face during the portion of the program that caused the butt injury definitely made it completely worthwhile.

“Daddy,” Katie whines, startling me. Apparently I have closed my eyes and almost drifted back to sleep.

“It’s too early, Katie,” I say, full of hope. Sometimes this tactic works.

“It’sseven thirty,” she says sternly. “You are going to belateif you don’t get up soon.”

I confirm this with the bedside clock, and groan. I don’t actually have to leave the house till 9:15, even when I’m opening. In a pinch, I can go from horizontal to sitting behind the wheel of the car in twenty minutes. Low maintenance, remember?

Just wait till Katie’s a teenager and likes to sleep in. Then I will have my revenge.

I groan again and drag myself to sitting. “Is Liv awake?”

“I’ll go wake her up.”

“No, let her sleep.”

I’m a morning person and Liv is not (Understatement alert! Understatement alert!). And while before this morning I might have preferred to give her a hard time about that fact, even going so far as to deliberately unleash Katie on her, this morning, I am grateful and fond and, basically, rendered harmless by sex hormones.

I head down to the kitchen and fix Katie breakfast, setting her up so she can pour herself a second and third bowl of cereal and milk if she wants to. Then I head back upstairs to shower.

I whistle in the shower. And as I shave. And as I remake the bed, which is no mean feat because the sheets and covers areeverywhere.Which makes me smile.

And makes me hard.

We’re going to do that again. Tonight, if I have anything to say about it.

After the second round (which was, if you were counting, thethirdorgasm for both of us), we were both so blissfully wrecked that it would have been easy for us to crash out together in my bed. But we were both clear that we didn’t want Katie to find Liv there in the morning. Too complicated. So I walked Liv down the hall and tucked her into her own bed. Then I came back in here, collapsed on the bed, and slept until Katie woke me.

Now I head down the hall and knock gently on Liv’s door.

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