Page 100 of The Maxwell Brothers
I pulled back, clearing my throat. “I have to talk to Declan, but we sent Malcolm and the Halsey Group back cowering. That's what they get for messing with the Maxwells. No one hurts my family and gets away with it.”
“They certainly don’t. I can’t believe you bought the neighboring building.”
“It was merciless, but I have zero regrets.”
She sighed, tugging at my tie. “You’re so sexy when you say things like that.”
“But we only solved the problem with Gran’s building. Tyler’s still suspended, and I don’t know how to fix it.”
“I don’t think you can, but I like that you want to. You’re this badass tough guy, but then in a few minutes, you’re going to be downstairs, making breakfast.”
“I have many talents.”
“You look sexy, all alpha and tough,” she whispered. “I like it.”
“I’ll give you sexy.”
I kissed her against the wall, biting her lower lip before claiming her mouth and exploring her until she clenched her thighs and rolled her hips against me. I was already semi-hard. If I didn’t stop this, I was going to lose my head.
I pulled back, touching her lips with my fingers. Her mouth was a bit swollen. I liked seeing her like this—bearing my mark in one way or another.
“Come on, let’s go downstairs before Paisley wakes up,” I said.
“Yeah, a word of warning. She’s going to talk your ear off about the birthday party. We’ve been making some changes.”
I laughed. “Of course you have.”
She loved it even more than Christmas—probably because it was her day. And it seemed that Lexi was enjoying it just as much.
During breakfast, both of them pulled out lists. The party was the only topic of conversation during breakfast.
“Lexi, I think Dad has stopped listening again,” Paisley said in a conspiratorial whisper.
I cleared my throat. “Not at all.”
Lexi put a hand on her hip, smiling wryly. “Okay, then repeat the last sentence.”
I racked my memory but came up blank.
Lexi and Paisley exchanged a glance.
“Can I do it, Lexi?”
“Oh, yes please.”
I knew exactly what she wanted to do: employ her technique for making me tell the truth—tickling me. But I deserved it.
I fessed up ten seconds into the tickling session, and then I paid attention for the rest of the morning. Afterward, I drove Lexi to her school first before dropping off Paisley, and then I headed downtown.
I was in a good mood when I arrived at work. I went directly to Declan’s office, intending to celebrate with him, but he wasn’t there. Remembering he said he was going to sleep for a month, I headed to my own office and started my day by going through the most pressing emails.
At eleven o’clock, my phone buzzed. Paisley's name popped up. This was weird. She was still at school; why would she call me? I answered right away.
“Morning, sweetheart.”
“Hey, Daddy.” She sounded beat up. My stomach bottomed out.
“What’s wrong?”
