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He's the grumpy CEO of the company she works for. The very boss, no one gets enough words with before he pushes them far away. And then Sierra Bloom happens. She's the complete opposite of him, and he hates it. But something about her is w...
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"You're home!" Sierra shrieks in a whispery-tone as I walk into the living room. She's holding the cheeseball in her arms, rocking her so she'd fall asleep.
"Is she still being stubborn?" I ask, kissing Sierra on the lips before I sit down next to her. She looks so exhausted, I immediately feel guilty for leaving her alone with Allie for hours.
"She woke up after you hung up. Ever since then she's been crying. I have no idea why. She just stopped a minute ago." And just when those words leave her mouth, Allie starts to cry again. "SEE!"
"Diaper?"
Sierra shakes her head. "All clean. I wasted two diapers on her. God, she's so wasteful."
I wrap an arm around my wife, pulling her close enough to the point were our thighs touch. I lean my head against hers, looking down at Allie in Sierra's arms. "I missed you, too," I tell her, remembering the quick words she threw into the call before she hung up on me.
"Sir, you are obsessed." Can't argue with that. I am obsessed with Sierra. Perhaps that's not really healthy, but I don't give a shit. "You know what I realised?"
"Hm?" I hum, still just looking and admiring my daughter while breathing in the scent that is my wife. The woman I love more than I've ever loved anyone.
With my free hand, I tickle Allie's stomach with one finger. A second later, Allie's hand wraps around my finger, holding me in a firm grip. Why are babies stronger than some adults?
"Every single person in this household has sucked on my nipples. Except for me."
I let out a mixture of a sigh and groan, a sound that signals frustration and amusement. "Sierra." I'm pretty sure her name sounded more like a breath than confidence, which her laughter confirms.
"Does me talking about my breasts make you horny?"
"Sweetheart, I have a hard-on the second my body comes even remotely in contact with yours, even just the thought of you gets me hard as a rock."
Suddenly, Sierra hands Allie over to me, shaking out her arms before she lays a hand down onto my crotch, feeling my erection through my suit pants.
"Sierra, you need to stop," I tell her, though feeling her palm against my hard-on is the last thing I want to stop feeling. Apart from my love for her, but I highly doubt that's ever going to leave my body. "There's a baby in my arms."
"I really miss sex, you know." She let's out a groan, falling over on my lap ever so dramatically.
"Sweetheart, I doubt we have time for it. With all of cheeseball's crying and your sleep deprivation, you should use the deep-sleep moments of Allie's to get some rest yourself."
"I am not sleep deprived," says Sierra while yawning. I raise my eyebrows at her, calling her out on her bullshit without having to use words. "Can we go to the park? I think Allie could use the air."
