Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 75240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
She tightened her legs around my hips and made sure to grind down on my erection.
“And give up this?” she teased, lifting what was left of her coke can and drinking it down.
I dropped my head to her chest and tried really hard to be appropriate while on the job, and failed miserably when she let out the burp to end all burps.
My head came up slowly, awe written all over my face.
Her eyes widened like she couldn’t believe she just did that, and immediately she started to apologize.
“Angie,” I looked into her eyes. “The people that share their bodily functions together, stay together.”
She blinked.
“I’m not sure that’s how that saying goes,” she tried. “And that’ll be the only bodily function I share with you.”
I grinned.
“But it’s okay if I don’t follow that rule?” I teased.
She shook her head in disbelief.
“Was that what I signed up for when I agreed to marry you?” she asked me.
I grinned.
“Yep.”
She rolled her eyes, and then palmed the empty can in her hand before squeezing it tightly.
It shriveled up partially at the sides from the force but, otherwise, remained intact, causing her to sigh.
“Give it to me,” I ordered.
She handed it over to me, and I winked before crushing it the rest of the way with my hand.
“Better?” I asked her, handing it back.
She stuck her tongue back out, and this time I took advantage of it and bit it lightly.
She gasped and shrank back.
“You are dirty!” she laughed, patting my shoulder. “Put me down, Big Boy. I have to go eat. And you have to get back to work.”
She threw the can into the recycling bin in the corner, and then turned to start out the door.
I held her up and placed my lips on her neck.
“Thank you for the hug, Baby.”
She looked over her shoulder at me.
“You’re welcome.”
With one last glance in my direction, she went to eat her lunch, and I went back to work.
And I was fucking happy.
***
I got out of my truck and started walking up the front walkway to the entrance of the daycare.
Elise was at a different daycare now, as the damage to the last one required it to close for months to allow for renovation.
I’d just reached the top step and started inputting my code that would allow me entry when my phone rang in my pocket.
I ignored it and waved to the young girl at the front, making my way to the back of the building, through the colorful halls, to Elise’s classroom.
I stopped at the half door and looked over it into the room beyond.
I was one of the last parents to pick up, but I’d literally just gotten off work.
She was one of three, and they were all laughing and playing Patty Cake in the middle of the floor with their teacher.
“Elise,” I called, causing her to jerk her head to the side.
“Dadadadada!” she exclaimed, running as fast as her short, chubby legs would allow her, heading to the door where I stood.
I grinned and waited for her to pull herself up on the door before reaching over it and hooking my hands underneath her arms.
The moment she was within neck reach, she pulled herself in close and buried her face into my neck.
“Mmmmm,” she babbled into my neck. “Mmmmm.”
The ‘dada’ thing was new, and each time she said it, it made my heart swell about fifteen times its normal size.
“She had an accident today,” her teacher, Linley, gave me the accident report.
I immediately started checking her over, going into protective father mode in a heartbeat.
“Right here,” Linley gestured to her back.
“How did that happen?” I asked, upset now to see that bruises from a bite mark on her back.
“Another student did it,” she grimaced.
I refrained from saying ‘no shit’ and sighed.
“Did you ice it?” I asked. “Put anti-bacterial on it or anything?”
She nodded her head frantically.
“We did,” she promised. “I’ve been icing it on and off all afternoon.”
I gritted my teeth and held my hand out for her diaper bag.
“She’s almost out of diapers,” she hesitated to say. “And she has about another week on her wipes.”
My phone rang again, but with Elise in one arm, and her huge diaper bag in the other, I let it ring and nodded goodbye to her teacher.
“I’ll bet it was a boy, wasn’t it?” I asked Elise. “I should teach you how to fight back.”
A woman giggled behind me, and I turned to find a redhead smiling at me.
“My child got in trouble last week.” She gestured to her son, which was about four months older than Elise. “They threatened to kick him out.”
I snorted and started walking once she reached my side.
“That’s inconvenient,” I muttered, my gaze on the hallway and not the lady walking at my side.
“It is. But I suppose that happens when your daddy is a professional boxer.”