His eyebrows pinch together. “Where do you think I’ll be in a month?”
“Well,” I say, wanting to kick myself for saying anything, “probably in Washington working.”
“Why would you think that?” he asks me, and I throw up my hands.
“Because that is where your office is,” I reply, trying not to sound like this bothers me. “How can you have an office in Washington and live here?”
“I don’t have to go to work every day,” he says calmly. “That’s the perks of owning the business, plus I never work in the office, I’m always off-site.”
“It doesn’t matter.” I turn away and walk to grab a frying pan.
“It does matter if this is what is going through your head.” He watches me put the pan on the stove and walks over to grab the olive oil.
“Nothing is going through my head.” I avoid even looking at him as I turn the knob for the stove.
The clicking sound fills the silent room.
“Addison,” he says my name, “we are going to have this conversation.”
“And what conversation is that?” I move the pan around, making sure the oil spreads evenly.
“You aren’t going to look at me?” he calls me out.
“I’m cooking,” I say, looking at him for a second and then looking away, afraid he’s going to see even though I prepared myself for him leaving, it still bothers me.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he says, and my head whips around to look at him. “I’m here with you.
You are here with me. I finally have you in my life. I finally feel.” He shakes his head. “I’m fucking happy. I might have to take business trips a couple of times a month, but this is my home.” He looks into my eyes. “This is our home.”
stefano
. . .
I feel the bed move beside me before I open my eyes. “Where are you going?” I ask her as she walks over to the bathroom door. My eyes are glued to her perfect ass as her hair moves from side to side.
“I’m going to shower before we go and pick up Avery,” she mumbles, looking over her shoulder.
“Even though we showered before bed, I’m pretty sure I still smell like sex.”
I laugh, turning on my side and propping my head up with my hand. “Well, we had sex a couple more times after the shower. That could be why.”
She turns to face me, showing me her whole naked body, and my cock, already at half-mast, is now full-blown hard for her. “A couple?” she huffs. “We had sex three times alone during the middle of the night.” She shakes her head. “You’re worse than a teething child in the middle of the night wanting comfort.”
I grip my cock in my hand and toss the covers off me. “I need some comfort now,” I tell her, and she glares at me, which makes me laugh even more because she wants me just as much as I want her.
She just doesn’t like to admit it.
“You are going to need to self-soothe,” she tells me, slamming the bathroom door. “And don’t come in here.”
“Fine,” I pout, getting up and looking over at the clock on the bedside table, seeing it’s a bit after eight in the morning. “I’m going to go make coffee.”
“You do that!” she yells, right after I hear the sound of the shower turning on. I grab a pair of shorts and my phone before walking downstairs.
The kitchen is a little bit of a mess, making my cock even harder. After she finished cooking, or maybe in the middle, I remember getting behind her on my knees and tongue-fucking her until she snapped and rode me in the middle of the kitchen floor. “Best omelet I ever had in my life.” I chuckle as I fill the dishwasher right after the coffee is started.
I pull up Sofia’s number and press call. It rings once before she answers. “Well, well, well,” she sings into the phone. “If it isn’t the baby daddy,” she greets, laughing.
“That would be me,” I say. “How is she?”
“She’s amazing,” she gushes, and I can’t help the smile that fills my face. “She’s still in bed. She spoke with your mom last night and was informed that princesses get breakfast in bed, so…”
“Oh my God,” I reply, shaking my head.
“She is taking full advantage of it.” She laughs. “Why are you up?”
“Quick question,” I say, looking over at the stairs to see if I’m still alone. “How hard would it be to take Addison away for a week?” I whisper.
“Away for a week?” Sofia asks me, confused.
“Yeah, I want to take her and Avery to San Francisco,” I fill her in, and she gasps. From the minute she told me it was on her bucket list, I had already started to make plans in my head. But then I knew I had to make sure she could leave work.
“Does she know?” Sofia asks me.
“No, it’s a surprise,” I tell her, looking over my shoulder the whole time. I put the phone to my ear, so she doesn’t hear anything.
“She’s going to freak out,” she states, the excitement already in her voice making me smile even more.
“Yeah, so how would that work?” I ask her as I finish filling the dishwasher.
“I can check the calendar.”
“Okay, that is good.” I’m really hoping I can do this for her. “Please let me know and keep it a secret if you can.”
“Ugh,” Sofia says, “just take her.”
“What?” I ask, shocked.
“Just take her,” she repeats. “I’ll cover for her, and I know the girls would want her to go.”
“Are you sure?” I don’t even know why I bother asking her instead of just hanging up and start the planning.
“Yes,” she assures me, and I can feel the smile on her face. “You better not fuck this up, Stefano, or else.”
“Thank you,” I say to her and quickly hang up. I run up the stairs, two at a time, walking into the bedroom and still hearing the shower going.
I pull up my father’s name and press the green button. “Hey there,” he answers after half a ring.
“I don’t have a lot of time,” I rush out, sitting on the bed, watching the bathroom door. “I’m surprising Addison and Avery and taking them to San Francisco,” I tell him. “Do you think I can get a suite?”
“On it,” he says. “I’ll make the arrangements and send you the confirmation. Today, right?”
“Yeah,” I say, getting up with the nerves filling my body. “I’ve never done this before. I am going to call for a plane.” I look at the bathroom door when I hear the water shut off. “She is coming,” I say in a whisper. “Shit.”
“I’ll take care of everything. All you need to do is get her to the airport,” my father confirms with
glee.
“What about clothes and stuff?” I ask him.
“Your mother will have a field day,” he mumbles, “but it’ll all be at the hotel.”
“Okay, text me the details.”
“Will do,” he says and disconnects. At the same time, I hear the handle of the door unlock and the door open.
She walks out wrapped in a white towel, her long hair piled on her head. “That shower was amazing,” she moans. “Why are you here?”
“It’s my bedroom.” I try to act cool, folding my hands over my chest. “Why?”
“What’s wrong?” She just stares at me. “Did Sofia call?” Worry fills her face. “Is everything okay?”
“Everything is fine,” I reassure her. “I just came to ask you if you wanted breakfast in bed.” I come up with an excuse.
“Is that code for you want a blow job?” She folds her arms over her chest.
My eyebrows pinch together. “As much fun as that sounds—” I start, and the phone beeps in my hand, making me look down.
Dad:
Plane will be ready in an hour. Suite booked at the Fairmont.
“I have a surprise for the two of you,” I say. “So how about we table the blow job for tonight?” I wink at her. “Let’s go get our girl so I can get this surprise underway.”
“What kind of surprise?” she asks me and I shake my head.
“It’s not a surprise if I tell you.” I walk to her and bend down to kiss her lips. “I love that you smell like me.” I suck her neck, and she pushes me away.
“You left a hickey on each of my inner thighs,” she grouses, “and my ass.”