It feels like it. I love our daughter but she’s cockblocked me for six weeks. And she loves it. I can tell.
Well, bring home dessert. I need sugar to survive what you’re planning.
You are dessert, but I’ll bring something home. Balance. I have to get to a meeting. Looking forward to sex night.
Me too.
Didn’t it just figure that the day I got clearance for sex, Sabrina needed the night off due to a family emergency? Didn’t she realize this was a family emergency? But I had faith that my dictator daughter would let Daddy and me have some fun before she goes off the rails.
The second I heard the elevator ding, I ran into the foyer.
“You smell like Vanilla and sin.” Damien grinned, leaning in and kissing my lips.
“I smell like nipple cream and baby wipes, but thank you.” I smiled. “We have to do this now. I just got her to sleep. Time is a ticking, Blackwood.” I grabbed his tie and pulled him behind me.
“She’s not in our room, is she?’ he asked.
“God no. She’s in her crib.”
“You lit candles.” He smirked when we walked into the bedroom. “I have something for you.” He pulled a small velvet box from his pocket. “It’s your push present.”
“It’s a little too late for that.” I smiled. “I pushed your kid out of my body six weeks ago.”
“Remember, she came early. I didn’t have time to shop for anything because of our chaotic life.”
I lifted the lid and gasped at the beautiful diamond-encased eternity band.
“Damien, it’s gorgeous, and a perfect fit.”
“You’re gorgeous.” He kissed my lips and lifted my shirt over my head.
Our clothes came off in a flash, our kiss was passionate and deep, like we were noticing each other for the first time.
“Wait.” I pulled back. “Did you hear that?”
“Yes. That’s the sound of my racing heart because I’m so turned on right now.”
“No.” I pointed to the monitor. “She’s breathing weird. It sounds like pre-cry breathing.”
“You’re paranoid. She does that when she’s dreaming, sweetheart.”
“What if she’s dreaming that we abandoned her?”
“Babe, her dreams consist of boobs and noise machines. She’s fine.”
“You’re right. I’m being ridiculous.” I smashed my mouth against his.
His hands roamed over my body, giving me the pleasure I dearly missed.
“I think you’re leaking,” he said.
“What?” I quickly sat up and looked down at my boobs. “Oh my God. They’re booby land mines right now. What the fuck!”
Damien fell back on the pillow, laughing. “This is the hottest disaster I’ve ever been a part of.”
“I guess we’re out of practice,” I pouted. “Don’t mock the process, Damien.”
“I’m not mocking anything. I’m totally turned on right now. See.” He pointed to his stiff cock.