“Night, girls. Sweet dreams.”
I picked up my beer from the table, finished the last of it, and took it inside.
“It’s late, and I have to be up early,” I said.
“Okay. Thanks for dropping by.” She opened the front door and walked me out.
I turned and gripped her hips. “You’re welcome. It was fun.” I smiled, placing my forehead on hers. “I really want to kiss you.”
“Julian,” she whispered.
“I know.” I backed away.
After I opened the car door, she grabbed my arm. Turning around, her mouth smashed against mine for a passionate kiss.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“Never apologize for kissing me.” The corners of my mouth curved upward. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Enjoy your golf game,” she said.
“Thanks. I will.” I climbed into my car and backed out of the driveway.
My cock was throbbing to be inside her, and tomorrow I’d wake up with a bad case of blue balls.
Chapter Seventeen
Laurel
When I stepped back inside the house, my phone, which was charging in the kitchen, rang. When I entered the kitchen, I saw it was from an unknown number, as it had been all day.
“Hello?” I answered. “I know someone is there. I can hear your breathing, asshole.”
Click.
“What the hell?” I said, setting my phone down.
I tucked the twins in first and then went to Stella’s room.
“Did Julian leave?” she asked.
“Yeah. He did.” I ran my finger across her forehead.
“He’s nice, Mom.”
“He is.” I smiled.
“I can tell he likes you.”
“Oh yeah?” I tickled her.
“Yeah.”
“Get some sleep. We have a big day tomorrow.” I kissed her forehead.
I poured a glass of wine, took it to my room, changed into my black nightgown, and climbed into bed. I could still feel his warm lips wrapped in mine. Suddenly, my phone pinged with a text message from him.
Are you still up?