Page 124 of Duty and Desire
His youngest, Vivi, hit him in the legs before he even made the kitchen.
Hawk looked down and put a hand to her head.
His black hair, Gwen’s blue eyes.
Pure beauty.
A letter was ever written about her, a room prepared…
No, he had no argument for Smithie.
“Hey, Daddy,” she greeted.
“Hey, beautiful,” he replied.
“Mommy’s making us chocolate chip cookie dough pancakes.”
Of course she was, and he had no idea such a thing existed.
To Hawk, it sounded repulsive.
But cookie dough was considered by his wife as a food group, maybe the most important one, and she had no qualms sharing this thinking with their children in a variety of creative ways.
Hawk smiled at his girl, but his thoughts were on his wife.
“Vivi, honey, get in the kitchen and control your brothers before I shoot them. Book bags, you know the drill,” Gwen ordered, striding in wearing little gray shorts with lace at the bottoms and a loose gray tank, more lace at the bottom.
“Okay, Mommy,” Vivi agreed, gave Hawk’s thighs a squeeze then skipped out of the utility room and into the open-plan kitchen.
He lost the arms of one of his girls only to be in the arms of the other as his wife pressed into him.
Hawk returned the favor, but considering his children were in the next room, he didn’t put either of his hands to her ass like he wanted to do.
Her eyes moved over his face. “Okay?”
“Yeah, Sweet Pea,” he murmured.
“Tough night?”
“Job done.”
She pressed closer and smiled up at him.
The minute she did, he started the clock.
It ran down to zero when he pulled back into his garage after taking the kids to school.
Kids at school.
Job done.
It was time to fuck his wife.
CHAPTER 9
A LITTLE BIT MORE
Lottie
