God, she was beautiful…
“The desk stays,” Charlie said, not bothering to look at him as she took a bite of her piz
za.
And so fucking adorable, Devin thought as he reached over and plucked the pizza out of her hand with a mumbled, “We’ll see,” and headed for the door.
Seven soul-crushing hours later, Devin was ready to call it a night. He tossed the pencil that was barely more than a nub onto his desk and pushed his chair back with a heavy sigh. He needed to finish this design, but he was too fucking exhausted to see straight. He needed to start it on Monday, which gave him two days to finish it. Deciding to call it a night, Devin pushed his chair back and headed for his office door, making sure to lock it behind him so that the twins couldn’t sneak in and color his designs, again.
Once he made sure the door was locked, Devin headed down the hallway, checking in on the twins along the way to make sure that they were asleep before heading to his room. Ten minutes later, he was standing in his shower, savoring the first real break that he’d taken all day.
He loved his children, fucking adored them, but some days he thought that he was going to lose his fucking mind. From the moment he woke up until he was too fucking tired to do anything more than pass out, he was either working or spending time with his children. He looked forward to this time when his children were asleep and he could finally relax and get his mind off everything that was waiting for him tomorrow.
It was also the time when he found himself unable to stop thinking about the small woman that he’d told himself was off limits. Every night for the past five years without fail, Devin thought about her. He thought about how beautiful she was, her smile, the way that she worried her bottom lip when she was focused on something, the way her Bradford Creations’ shirt clung to her curves and found himself wondering what it would be like to touch her.
God, what he wouldn’t give to be able to touch her, Devin thought, licking his lips only to groan as he reached between his legs and wrapped his hand around his hardening cock. By the time his hand slid over the tip, his cock was hard and his thoughts had turned to all those things that he wanted to do to Charlie.
He wanted to fuck her.
He wasn’t even sure when he started to think about her like this, but he knew that she was the only one that he wanted. He’d tried to imagine touching another woman, thought about the last time that he’d been with Heather, but his thoughts always turned to Charlie. He thought about how it would feel to run his hands over her, imagined what it would feel like to cup her breasts in his hands, how it would feel to touch her pussy, if she’d be wet, how she would moan when he fingered her, licked her, and how it would feel when he slid his cock inside her.
He wondered if she’d moan, lick her lips, or whimper as he slid his cock inside her until his balls touched her ass only to beg him to fuck her harder. He wondered how hard she liked to be fucked, if she’d moan his name in his ear as he fucked her, and if she would like it when he-
“Charlie!” he found himself groaning as his cock jerked in his hand as the thoughts of losing himself inside Charlie had his balls pulling up tight. A moment later, an orgasm tore another groan from him as he watched his hand work over his cock as he found himself groaning her name one last time.
“Charlie…”
Chapter 6
“I peed the bed,” came the announcement that had Charlie frowning as she looked over her shoulder to find Dustin standing near the doorway, hugging a blanket against his chest and shifting nervously.
“Are you okay?” Charlie asked as she tossed her notebook on her desk and pushed her chair back.
Worrying his bottom lip between his teeth, Dustin mumbled, “Daddy won’t wake up.”
“What do you mean Daddy won’t wake up?” Charlie asked, unable to help but frown as she got to her feet and walked over to make sure that Dustin was okay, noting that his tighty-whities looked wet.
“He won’t stop snoring,” Dustin said with a shrug, making her lips twitch as she leaned down and playfully ran her fingers through his hair with a, “Well, I guess it’s up to us to clean, huh?”
“I need a bath,” he said, nodding solemnly.
Matching his nod, Charlie said, “I think we can handle that.”
“And a snack,” he quickly added, making her smile as she reached down and took his small hand in hers.
“What did you have in mind?” she asked as they left her office and headed back to the house.
“Something yummy,” Dustin said, making her chuckle as they made their way through the surprisingly clean living room that looked nothing like the living room that she’d navigated through the first time she came here. Everything was back in its place, toys in bins, and books were neatly lining the bookshelves.
“Something yummy, hmmm. What sounds yummy at three in the morning?” she asked as they made their way upstairs.
“Pancakes,” Dustin said, making her lips twitch.
“I was thinking of something along the lines of half a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with some grapes,” Charlie said as they headed down the hallway.
“What about the pancakes?” he asked as they came to the first open doorway.
“I was thinking that we could have those for breakfast,” Charlie said absently as she glanced into the brightly lit bedroom and spotted Devin passed out on the large bed in his boxers with a small stack of papers loosely held in his hand.
“With bacon?” Dustin asked, sounding hopeful.
“With bacon,” Charlie said with a firm nod as she gestured for him to stay where he was.
“Be right back,” she whispered as she quietly walked into Devin’s bedroom to make sure that he was okay.
She didn’t know Devin well, but she knew that he was an amazing father. Everyone at Bradford Creations knew that he was dedicated to his children. Over the past five years, she’d caught glimpses of his children when he’d brought them upstairs for a snack or when he was playing outside on the playground that he’d built for them and saw the way that his face lit up when he was with them. She’d also knew that he put his children first and had heard the tales that most of the female employees shared with heartfelt sighs.
God, he looked exhausted, Charlie thought as she took in his handsome face and the whiskers lining his jaw as she reached for the blanket folded over the chair near the window and gently tossed it over him. She pulled the blanket up to his shoulders before picking the stack of papers off the bed and set them on the nightstand next to the framed picture of Dustin and Abbi smiling, noting that they were articles on trying to teach a child how to read. Such a good dad, Charlie thought as she reached over and turned off the lamp before heading back to the hallway and quietly closed the door behind her.
“Let’s go get you cleaned up,” Charlie said with a warm smile as she took Dustin’s hand in hers and followed him into the bedroom across from Devin’s.
“My bed is wet,” Dustin said as she reached over and turned on the light, noting that Dustin loved dinosaurs, the stack of children’s books by his bed, and the picture of Devin smiling down at the small baby in his arms on the wall.
“Why don’t you grab a new pair of underwear and we’ll take this downstairs and get everything clean?” Charlie suggested as she made quick work of stripping the bed, relieved when she saw the bed pad covering the mattress because she wasn’t sure how she was supposed to get pee out of a mattress.
Once she had his blankets and sheets balled up in her arms, they made their way back downstairs to her apartment. After throwing everything in the washing machine, she started a bath for Dustin and couldn’t help but smile when Dustin stripped out of his undies and quickly climbed into the tub with a satisfied sigh and a mumbled, “Bubbles?”
“I guess we could do that,” Charlie said, selecting a bottle of bubble bath off the counter and poured some in the tub as Dustin helped himself to a facecloth off the stack that she’d placed by the tub, grabbed her soap, and set to work.
An hour later, Dustin was wearing a fresh pair of tighty-whities, his snack was cleaned up, the blankets were in the dryer, and she wasn’t a
ll that surprised when he climbed into her bed and curled up on his side. Deciding to call it a night, Charlie took a quick shower, changed into her pajamas, and crawled into bed next to the sweet little boy that had stolen her half of the peanut butter jelly sandwich when he didn’t think that she was looking.
Just as she was about to close her eyes, Abbi walked into her room and after a slight pause, she climbed into bed next to her brother, curled up and went to sleep with a sigh. They were so damn cute, Charlie thought as she closed her eyes only to smile when Dustin snuggled closer.
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“Damn,” Devin managed to get out on a groan as he rubbed his hands down his face, wondering when the last time that he felt this well-rested was.
Definitely before the twins were born, Devin thought as he turned the bathroom light off and headed back into his bedroom, absently going over everything that he had to do today. He needed to get the kids up, run to the store, and-
Couldn’t help but frown when he noticed that it was still dark outside. Trying to make sense out of what he was seeing, Devin glanced at the alarm clock by his bed and felt his stomach drop when he saw what time it was.
“Oh, shit!” he snapped, trying not to panic when he realized that he’d slept for twenty hours.
There was no way that he should have been able to sleep all day, not with two six-year-olds in the house. With that frightening thought, Devin grabbed his phone off the nightstand and moved his ass. He headed across the hallway to find his son’s room empty. A quick look into Abbi’s room found her room empty as well and had him racing towards the stairs, praying that his mother stopped by earlier and took the kids even though he knew that she would never just take the kids without telling him.
“Dustin? Abbi?” he called out as he headed down the stairs, feeling his stomach drop when he didn’t find them.