Page 43 of Paternal Instincts
“That sexy thing?” He cupped the goods and groaned. “Not possible.”
“Only you like it.”
He lowered his feet to the ground and held out his hand. “Give ’er here. I’ll chat with the lovely Judge Madison and try not to fall into bed with her.”
“Thanks. I appreciate it. I’ll call Costa and try not to suck his dick over the phone.”
Aslan snorted and swung my chair around to face him, bending and planting a lingering kiss on my lips. “I love when you talk dirty, but I know your stance on phone sex, so I’m not that worried.”
“You should be.” I kissed him back, longer and with a seeking tongue. “Costa hates it when I talk dirty. It makes him squirm out of his skin, which only compels me to do it more. I might break my phone sex rules for him.”
Aslan hummed, his tongue lacing with mine, drawing me deeper and eliminating my desire or ability to talk. His advance set my blood on fire, and I secured a hold of his T-shirt and drew him down until he almost lost his balance and fell into my lap.
Laughing, he pulled back enough to say, “You’re a little shit sometimes.”
“You love it.”
He scanned the room. “There’s no one around.”
“Uh-huh.” I dragged his mouth against mine. More kissing. Lots of tongue.
Hands joined the mix, and I fondled his semi, enjoying the feel of it growing under my touch.
Aslan groaned and dropped the warrant on the desk, tugged my dress shirt loose from my pants, and grazed his palm over the heated skin along my abdomen. “We could take this to the supply closet,” he said against my mouth.
I laughed as his fingers danced over my ribs, venturing higher. His thumb brushed my pebbled nipple.
I hissed at the contact, trying and failing to shove him off. “After yesterday’s disaster, I will never get busy with you in there again.”
Aslan growled and nipped my lower lip before resting his forehead against mine with a heavy sigh. “Your partner’s got to go and ruin everything. Ignore her.”
“I can’t.” I wanted to undo his belt and suck his cock, but in the middle of the office was too dangerous. Anyone could show up at any time, which would mean my job. Instead, I snuck my hands under his T-shirt and smoothed them along his lower back. “We really don’t have time.”
“I know.” We shared a final kiss as he reached blindly for the warrant. “What do you want me to do with this once it’s signed?”
“Take it to Costa. He’ll be expecting you. I’m going back to the Davises’ house.”
Aslan straightened and made a point of adjusting the obvious mound in the front of his jeans. I was in a similar state, heat flooding my veins and pooling south.
“I can’t believe you’re sending me off horny and half-hard to see a hot judge. Christ. Who are you?”
I chuckled. “Do try to control yourself.”
Aslan winked and tapped his chest over his heart before heading to the elevator.
Blood on fire, shirt untucked, and halfway hard myself, I spent a few minutes catching my breath and straightening my clothes before calling and updating Costa. His girls sang Disney songs in the background. Random shouts ofDaddy, lookandDaddy, watch meandDid you see me, Daddy?filled the line.
“Tia’s home,” he said. “I’m going to the office to have some peace and quiet. Tell your husband he can find me there.”
After we hung up, I couldn’t erase the smile from my face. Hearing the sounds of laughter, life, and family was like glimpsing into my future. I couldn’t wait until the four walls of our home were filled with the sounds of children. I couldn’t wait until it was my child vying for attention and calling me daddy.
Before racing back to the house, I quickly called Bryn. Aslan had called her earlier, but I needed to hear for myself that she was doing okay.
“Hi, Quaid.” I could hear the smile in her voice.
“Hey, beautiful. Are you going to have my baby, or what? I’m getting tired of waiting.”
She laughed. Bryn’s uninhibited laugh made anyone in her vicinity smile. She was a fiery redhead with a vibrant personality to match.
