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Lucien's gazeswings to mine. “What about tow-tubing?” he asks, his full attention on me. “I think Willow will like it. She seems to be getting bored.”

“I’m not bored at all,”I protest but the girls spring up in excitement, their energy replenished now that they’ve eaten and a new activity has been suggested. I quietly follow Millie and Maddie into one of the cabins, where I help them change into cute swimsuits, and I take off my jumpsuit.

I placemy cap on top of my neatly folded jumpsuit, then I help the girls back into their life jackets before we walk back to the stern.

Lucien already hasa fancy blue floating device with three seats out on the water directly behind the stern. His eyes linger on my body briefly, then he passes a life jacket to me. While I put it on, he helps the girls into the inflated tube. He offers me his hand, and I grip it tightly as he helps me climb in.

I don’t even getto enjoy the brief touch because a wave of nervousness suddenly hits me. The girls are grinning, so I try to relax against the nylon backrest. Lucien releases the rope, and we slowly float a few feet away from the boat.

He givessomeone I can’t see a thumbs up, and the yacht starts moving. Slowly at first, then it picks up speed. My death grip on the handles slowly loosens as the tub glides through the waves created by the yacht. Salty water splashes us as the boat goes faster and faster.

I grin,relaxing as cool air whips wisps of hair from my undone ponytail into my face. The yacht suddenly swerves to the side, and we careen a little. The girls and I scream at the tops of our lungs, and Lucien, the asshole, just winks. By the time we get off the tube over thirty minutes later, my ribs hurt from laughing so hard, and my throat is extremely dry. I gulp the cold lemonade Lucien gives the girls and me.

We spendthe rest of the day cruising Puget Sound, enjoying the stunning views of Downtown Seattle in the distance, the Olympic Mountains and Bainbridge Island. The girls are already extremely sleepy when the yacht is anchored at the dock behind the house around seven pm.

Lucienand I carry each of them to their room, and he excuses himself while I supervise their nighttime routine. They fall asleep the minute their heads hit their pillows.

“They’re knocked out, huh?”Lucien asks, pushing off the wall beside their bedroom door when I walk out.

“Yeah,”I say with a tired smile. He reaches to tuck a strand of stray hair behind my ear. The touch flits over my skin, lighting my body on fire. He notices, his tawny eyes go liquid as he takes a single step closer. I wrap my arms around myself and sidestep him, ignoring the overwhelming desire to go on tiptoes and press my lips to his.

“I had a reallygreat time out on the water today. Thanks for letting me tag along.”

He watchesme back away but doesn’t make a move to stop me. “Anytime, Willow,” he murmurs quietly as I hightail it back to my room.

6

LUCIEN

Idecrease the thrust at the same time I increase the drag, subsequently reducing the Challenger 604’s airspeed and rate of descent, gently touching down on the runway. I swiftly drag down the brake, slowing down the speed of the aircraft as we taxi down the runway. Eventually, it comes to a stop, and I leave the power on – it might be my last flight of the day, but the plane still has another journey to make in less than an hour.

I avoid the signal of Victor, my co-pilot’, to linger for the usual meet-and-greet with the wealthy clientele I cater to, but I don’t have the patience to stand on ceremony tonight. A few hours into this flight, I received an unexpected invitation from Zane, and it took every ounce of willpower to concentrate on flying.

My little brother has sent me an invitation to his wedding. A wedding with my ex, the biological mother of my girls and someone I never want to see again. He and I never got along as our father’s plan to pit us against each other was executed too well. The old bastard must be laughing in his grave now, but marrying that conniving woman is a low blow, even for him.

I ignore the people trying to get my attention as I walk through the central terminal of Seattle-Tacoma International Airport. I move swiftly with a scowl etched on my face to discourage them from approaching. I reach the reserved parking space where my silver Porsche 911 Turbo is parked, and without any delay, I start the car and speed off.

It’s past ten pm, and I would normally stay in my apartment downtown until morning, but heck I’m not expected at home till tomorrow evening. The news of Zane’s impending wedding with Brittany has me anxious, and the need to see my girls claws at me mercilessly. They’re definitely asleep by now, but I need to assure myself that they’re safe in their beds, dreaming like my precious angels should.

I speed out of Sea-Tac, Washington, taking the longer route. I pass through Tacoma over the Narrows Bridge on Highway 16, then follow highway 3 to Poulsbo, which is linked to SR 305, the only road through land that leads to Bainbridge Island. The almost two-hour drive doesn’t calm me down like I had hoped, and I’m on edge as I drive through the gates to my house.

I don’t turn to the detached garage. Instead, I park out front and rush up the stairs to my daughters’ bedroom. I open the door quietly and a little bit of the tension in my shoulders relaxes. I stand between their beds and glance at their sleeping forms. Millie is sprawled out on her stomach, her mouth slightly agape as she snores softly. Maddie, on the other hand, is sleeping on her right side, facing me, her brown hair spilling haphazardly down her face.

I bend down on my haunches in front of Maddie and gently move the hair from her face. She stirs but doesn’t wake up. I place a quick kiss on her forehead, then on Millie’s before walking out of their room.

I am going downstairs and turning to the door of my study when a noise catches my attention. I stand still as I turn to the backyard, where the sound is coming from. My feet are light on the tiled floor as I move stealthily to the backdoor, not wanting to alert whoever is out there.

I swing the door open and spy a figure huddled on one of the lounge chairs with a towel wrapped around their head. They jump up with a scream as they turn to face me. Willow’s wide, turquoise eyes meet mine, and her expression screams pure fright.

“Shh. It’s just me.” I whisper as I walk closer to her. The lights out here are not as bright as those inside, but they are bright enough for me to see her clearly.

She’s in a skimpy swimsuit that leaves most of her skin exposed to my greedy eyes. Water trickles from her hair to the column of her throat and down the valley between her perky breasts. “Sorry. I couldn’t sleep, so I thought a swim in the pool might help,” she explains, wringing her hands together nervously in front of her.

“You were supposed to come home tomorrow evening, so I didn’t think I would run into you out here tonight. If I did, I would’ve opted for a hot bath in my room.” She rambles on, gaze settling somewhere behind me. “I know I’m not appropriately dressed for company, and I apologize for that. If I…” Her voice trails off as I move closer, transfixed by the sight of water trickling down her skin.

I lightly wipe away some of the water droplets but quickly pull my hand away to resist the urge to follow the path from her neck down her bikini top. Goosebumps erupt all over her skin, and she shivers, her body swaying toward me. All my blood immediately travels south, and I push myself closer to her, pressing my hardening cock into her soft stomach as one of my hands settles at the nape of her neck.

She tips her head back, leaning into my grip, quick breaths coming out in soft pants; she is pressing her tits tighter against my chest with each heaving breath. I half-expect her to push me away or tell me to stop, but she doesn’t. Instead, she licks her lips nervously and slowly and tentatively rotates her hips against my cock.

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