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And it’s all because Sofia was able to give my daughter a new outlet to feel seen and connect with others in a way she didn’t have before.
What would we have done without her?
“She’s coming into her own now. You handling it okay, Papa Bear?” Sofia’s finally within reach, and I grab her by her hips, reeling her in against me.
“I’m happy for her. Everyone else is finally seeing what I’ve known for a long time. My daughter is special.” I smooth my hands up her waist, pressing us closer together.
Sofia’s palms slide up my arms, shoulders, across my chest as she leans in, head back, mouth a ripe offering.
Capturing her mouth with mine rewards me with a small gasp and a moan. Her body fits so perfectly against mine. I’m so desperate in these moments. I crave the feeling of her all day, afraid to touch her in front of our children.
The moment we’re alone, I’m afraid I’ll maul her. It takes conscious effort not to. Instead, my hand glides low and takes a firm grasp on her ass, rocking her into me just a little.
I break our kiss, rubbing our noses together as I soak her in. “Come sit with me on the couch.”
Not what she expects, but her smile is still joyful. I turn her around and plant a few choice kisses on the back of her neck and shoulder.
We settle on the couch, and I wrap her leg around me, needing to feel her there more than anything else. The intensity between us doesn’t wane, but it does settle into something more romantic. More meaningful.
At least for a while.
When her touch trails down my chest, my stomach, over the fly of my pants, the simple pleasure of her company becomes more. My cock stiffens under her hand.
Sofia presses her mouth under the back of my jaw, nips my neck with her teeth, and I’m a fucking goner.
I yank her into my lap with one sharp move that has her grinning at me until it melts into a soft O as I lift my hips against hers.
Her skirt gives me easy access to her bare thighs, and I appreciate the wardrobe choice. She’s been wearing them more often, even as it gets colder. Like she knows neither of us will be able to help ourselves when we’re alone.
It’s difficult enough when we have an audience.
She’s quiet and efficient as she unsheathes me from my pants and pulls her panties aside. So fucking wet. Slick. Ready for me.
I kiss her as she lowers herself onto me, moaning into her mouth as she sinks and sinks and sinks until our hips are flush and she’s taken all of me.
A slow rhythm has our foreheads pressed together, breathing loudly from the immediate onslaught of pleasure. “God, Soph, you feel like coming home.”
Her hands tighten around my shirt collar. Maybe she’s half as desperate for me as I am for her.
And I know one thing and one thing only. I have to find a way to keep her.
29
ORION
The end of the semester film premiere is packed. Thankfully, we booked one of the ballrooms in the student center. Sofia set most of it up but needed my signature on a few things. The room is huge and decked out in sleek white, navy, and gold.
Round tables are set up around the big, open space, a small stage up front with a microphone where Sofia briefly introduces the film.
Their twenty-minute short film premieres to rounds of applause and praise. Sofia’s fellow club members take the stage to make funny speeches on the makeshift stage, laughing and giggling like kids.
Our hospitality department has catered the event and is running the show behind the scenes. But Sofia is running everything else. She’s in her element, and I wish I could be by her side through it all.
Once enough people asked me about the project and I put my hands up and pointed them to Sofia, they let me slink to the outer edge of the crowd to let Sofia shine.
All I did was stand back and wait for them to need me. They rarely did.
I didn’t need any of the credit for it.
