Page 65 of Secret Triplets for Christmas

“We’re in the shower and I’m on my knees. My tongue is licking around the rim.”

“Oh, fuck yeah…” The sexual excitement in his voice made me wish this were a video call.

“I’m sucking the tip and then my lips are sliding down your dick. I’m taking you deeper, deeper… and sucking hard.”

He groaned. “Fuck… suck it, Lindsay.”

“Mmm… your dick is so good, Oliver.”

“More… more. Fuck, I’m almost there.”

“Your dick is hitting the back of my throat. My fingers are stroking under your balls, forward and back… forward and back.”

“Fuck!” He let out a grunt, and for a moment, the line was silent. “Yes, yes…” He groaned, mixed with harsh breathing.

My fingers immediately went under my panties, and I rubbed my clit as I imagined him coming, wishing I were there to lick it up. “Mmm… there’s so much. You taste so good.”

He growled again. “I’m coming so hard.”

“I’m drinking it all.”

Moments later, his breathing steadied. “I want to hear you come, Lindsay.”

I bit my lip, embarrassed and excited and hoping no one heard me. “What are you doing to me?”

“Whatever you want, baby. Do you want me to suck your clit?”

My hips rose off the bed. “Yes.”

“My tongue is licking it, flicking at it. God, you taste so good.”

My fingers rubbed furiously over my hard nub. “I’m almost there.”

“You’re straddling my face, fucking my face…”

Immediately, my orgasm slammed into me. The image of me riding his face set me off. “Oliver! Oh, God.”

“Are you coming?”

“Yes… oh…” My entire body shuddered as pleasure reached every cell.

For a long moment, the line was quiet. I nearly thought the call had been dropped.

“I’ll be home soon,” he said in a low voice.

He referred to Boston as home. Hope and love and joy filled me.

"I'll be waiting.”

The morning sunstreamed through the blinds, stirring me from dreams of Oliver. I stretched slowly, recalling our late-night conversation with a smile. I could see something growing between us. It made me happy, even as I worried I’d lose it all because of my deception. I had to hope that Mira was right and that if Oliver cared for me, he’d understand and forgive me.

After a quick shower, I gathered up the girls and we headed to the kitchen. This time, Mira was serving breakfast.

“Where’s Dad?” I asked.

“He headed to the gym to work out with Duncan. I think Duncan needs a pep talk. Impending fatherhood is freaking him out a bit.”

“He’s going to be awesome.” I had no doubt about Duncan’s ability to love a child.

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