Chapter Ten
CHAPTER TEN
ALEX
Holy fuck, Addison is pure fire. When I left her to soak in the tub, I didn’t want to wander far in case she needed something. Her confession had blown my mind a bit and I was completely distracted by it as I changed out of my suit in favor of my usual shorts and t-shirt. But then a moan from the bathroom caught my ear.
I moved closer to the door, unsure what to do. If she was going to get sick again, I wanted to help, but I didn’t think she’d appreciate me busting in on her while she was naked, as enticing as that sounded. The first moan was followed by a second, this one louder. I was just about to knock when I heard her say my name. No, moan my name. She wasn’t sick; she was turned the fuck on. Taking her utterance of my name as an invitation, I opened the door.
Right before me was the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen. Addison lay in a pool of swirling water, head thrown back and both hands moving between her legs. Her gorgeous tits protruded from the surface, topped by dark pink nipples, tight with arousal. It was all I could do not to lean over and take one between my teeth. The sight and the thoughts it conjured had me rock hard in an instant.
Then her body shuddered in a powerful orgasm, and she said the words I’m sure to have emblazoned in my memory for ages. “Oh, God. Alex!” I couldn’t help my response, which caused her eyes to fly open, wild with shock at seeing me. And then she was underwater. What the hell?
I seriously feared she’d fainted, so I pulled her out and wrapped her in a towel. It took me a moment to realize she’d just been embarrassed. Understandable but, goddamn, she was so hot for me. She was a fantasy come to life, and I couldn’t help myself. After the first taste, I knew I had to have her, damn the consequences.
“What’s up, little man?” I force a casual smile as I will my dick to back the fuck off and let me talk to my kid.
“Aiden won’t give me a turn,” Tristan informs me with a pout.
I glance at my watch, noticing it’s way past bedtime.
“I’ll tell you what. It’s already past bedtime, but I’ll make Aiden let you have a turn before lights out.”
“Where’s Addison?” His brow wrinkles, and I hope to hell Addison has her wits about her enough to stay out of sight.
“She’s a little under the weather,” I reply, not exactly lying.
“Maybe she should go to bed too,” my kid advises with a sage nod.
“Yeah,” I agree, nudging him toward the stairs and trailing behind him. But Tristan and I have two very different ideas about what that means.