The Takeover (The Miles High Club 2)

“Extra handsome . . . for a bastard, I mean.”

He smirks. “More your style.”

We kiss, his tongue gently stroking mine. We linger over each other’s lips for an extended time, and I run my fingers through his hair. We’ve had the most wonderful weekend. We went out after the auction last night, and I laughed and laughed with his brothers. They’re as funny and smart as Tristan is. “When will I see you?” I whisper.

“Are you getting needy, Anderson?”

I smile. “A little.”

“About fucking time.” He pushes the hair back from my face as he stares down at me. “Tonight,” he replies.

“Tonight?” I stare at him. “You don’t have to come tonight. We have to ease the kids into this, and I know you hate the couch.”

He rolls his eyes. “I’m coming tonight. I won’t stay over.”

“Okay, but remember, we’re just friends at this stage to them.” I hunch up my shoulders. “I really need them to be okay with this, Tris.”

“They will be.”

“Harry . . .” I wince.

“Is a nightmare,” Tristan replies.

I widen my eyes. “Stop that. I’m allowed to call him a nightmare; you are not. Just like I’m allowed to call you a nightmare, and they are not.”

He rolls his eyes. “However you put it. I’ll see you tonight. Let’s go out for dinner. The five of us.”

“Really?” I frown. “That’s very Brady Bunch.”

He grabs my behind and brings me closer to his pelvis. I can feel a hint of hardness in his trousers. “Does the guy fuck the mother in the bathroom of the restaurant on The Brady Bunch?”

I giggle. “Surely not. And don’t get any ideas. That is not happening. My children will never know that we have sex. Like ever.”

He gives me a sexy wink.

“I mean it, Tristan.”

“I wouldn’t.” He smiles.

“Why are you smiling, then?”

“Because I know what a horny fuckmaster two thousand their mother is.”

I burst out laughing in surprise. “A horny fuckmaster two thousand?”

“Yes, it’s the latest sex toy.”

“And what does this toy do?”

“Deep throats like a champion. With a churning pussy that melts my cock.”

My mouth falls open as I feign horror. “You will never see my deep-throating skills again if you keep going.”

He smiles against my lips as he kisses me.

“I had a great weekend.” I smile up at him. “The best.”

“Hmm.” His eyes close, and I feel his dick harden up against me.