Page 68 of Laws of Love
“Sure thing, Yas,” Knox responded. He knew Aiva had suggested a slightly earlier dinner time because they both knew Yasmine would fall asleep.
They finished their drinks and waited a bit, to Yasmine’s dismay, before they got back into the pool to play in the water a little more.
Knox looked over at nine-thirty to find Yasmine asleep on Aiva’s lap, where she’d settled to watch the movie. He wasn’t sure when she’d fallen asleep, but it was only thirty minutes past her usual bedtime. They were forty-five minutes into the film. He’d insisted that Yasmine take her bath before they started it.
“I’ll put her in bed,” he stated, standing and taking her.
He took her into the bedroom, pulling the comforter back and laying her down. Knox covered her and kissed her forehead before leaving the room. He pulled the door, leaving it cracked.
“Now that she’s asleep, we can change the movie.” Knox retook his seat.
“What? You don’t want to see Te Fiti?” she teased.
“Well, Te Fiti’s nice, but…” he trailed off, taking her chin and turning her to look at him. “I like this view far better.’
He molded his lips to hers, and it felt far too long since he’d done so. Yes, he kissed her that morning when he’d picked her up before their flight, but that was over twelve hours ago.
Knox would never get enough of kissing her. Her plush lips against his, moving in sync with his. He knew it wasn’t physically possible, but her lips always tasted so sweet to him. He got lost when kissing her, and he enjoyed every second.
Their tongues danced slowly. His pushed, hers pulled. His swirled, hers countered. It was like a sensual flow, and Knox hadn’t realized how long he’d tasted her lips before he pulled her to lie on the couch, and he was hovering over her, his hand feathering up her stomach until she let out a soft moan. Her hands came up to his chest.
“Wait, wait,” she breathed against his lips. “We’re in a compromising position, and Yas is sleeping in the other room.”
She wasn’t wrong. Knox had somehow lost himself. He knew better than to get carried away with his daughter there.
“You’re right, and as much as I want to move this to my bedroom. I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
As much as he wanted her, he’d never had sex with his daughter nearby. At least, not since he and Mia separated, and she was younger then.
“I agree. Quiet has never been my strong suit during…” she admitted, trailing off.
Her admission had done nothing to calm him, but Knox liked the sound of it. He could only imagine the sound of her moans, and he couldn’t wait to hear them. He gave her one last kiss before moving off her.
“Why don’t we put in another movie that doesn’t include Disney characters since that’s what we’ll be getting a majority of while we’re here,” he stated, helping her sit up.
Aiva laughed. “You aren’t wrong about that. But I’m good with anything that isn’t—”
“A cheesy romance,” he cut in with a smirk.
“Right.”
“Why don’t you choose, baby?”
“I think a comedy would be safe to watch. That way, if Yas wakes up, it isn’t some macabre image on the screen.”
She leaned into his side as she flipped through the different movies, and Knox couldn’t help but smile at her consideration for his daughter.
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Aiva held in a laugh as Yasmine cut a quick side-eye at the little boy waiting in line beside them. He was standing with a woman, who Aiva assumed was his mother, trying to explainToy Storyto Yasmine. She told him once that he was incorrect but had quickly given up on a conversation with him when Yasmine realized he’d just keep talking, as she’d mumbled, “nonsense.”
For her part, the little boy’s mother looked apologetic and kept trying to get him to leave Yasmine alone, but Aiva figured he likely thought she was pretty and just wanted to talk to her.
They were waiting their turn to order some frozen yogurt, having left Knox at a table they’d found. They’d been at the park for a few hours, and Aiva lost count of how often they’d been stopped by someone asking if they could have his autograph, take a picture with him, or talk for a few minutes. Most had come with their children, so the conversations didn’t last long since the child was always eager to continue the fun.
Aiva could tell that Knox felt bad each time it happened, even without him apologizing to her and Yasmine after each encounter. Again, she reminded him she didn’t mind, and Yasmine didn’t seem bothered by it.
“Finally,” Yasmine stated when they reached the front to order.
