Page 80 of Worth the Try
“Okay, okay,” Ansel finally says, “I guess I can eat regular food. Give me and Elodie a few minutes, okay?”
Rosalie scampers off the bed, leaving the room with an “Okay, Daddy!”
I start to throw the covers off, but Ansel growls and yanks me to him, all warmth and hard body and smelling of sleep and deliciousness. His hand slides up the shirt and cups my breast while he threads our legs together. There’s no mistaking the hardness between his…or the wetness between mine. “Where do you think you’re going?”
I meet his eyes. They’re twinkling and bright. “To get dressed so we can feed Rosie?”
“Not yet.” He starts to slide under the covers between my legs, then pops back up, his eyes glimmering. “Let’s test my theory.”
“What theory is that?”
“The one where I test, yet again, how good you are at staying so quiet that the kid down the hall has no idea you’re coming.”
I widen my eyes. “Ansel!” I whisper-hiss. But he disappears beneath the covers again. “Don’t you—oh,” I break off as his mouth meets my pussy, my hips bucking up of their own accord.
Of course, Icanbe quiet.
But it’s not easy.
We make our way downstairs a short while later, my face flushed and my body humming. Ansel gets the coffee going while I inspect the fridge for breakfast inspiration. After grabbing some ingredients, I turn and find Ansel studying me.
“What?”
“I’d like to tell her,” he says, his voice quiet.
“Tell who about what?” I ask. I suspect I know what he means, but I also don’t want to hope.
“Tell Rosie about us.”
My whole chest warms at the confirmation. “Really?”
“I’m bound to get questions about why we had a sleepover, and if you can spend the night in her bed, and if the three of us can sleep in the same bed, and so on,” he says with a grin. “So, if you’re okay with it…yeah,” he finishes. “I’d like to tell her.”
I’m not sure I can smile any wider. “That sounds amazing.”
He nods. “Then it’s settled.”
Over a simple breakfast of eggs, bacon, and toast, Ansel broaches the topic. “So, Rosie Posie.”
“Yes, Daddy?” Rosie answers, her mouth full of eggs.
“Mouth.” He arches an eyebrow at her, the scar going through it that much more pronounced. When she closes her mouth, he continues, “You like Elodie, right?”
“Mm-hmm,” she hums, taking a giant bite of toast and lining the outsides of her cheeks with grape jelly.
“So, what would you say if I told you that I wanted her to be my girlfriend?”
“Like Rapunzel and Flynn Rider?”
Ansel hesitates, so I take over. “Yes, sort of like Rapunzel and Flynn Rider,” I answer.
She smiles. “I like that.” Then she looks over at me. “Can we go to the thrift store today?”
Now it’s my turn to hesitate, because it’s Saturday, and normally that’s when Ansel and Rosie spend a lot of time together. But Ansel just glances at me, the look on his face wide open even as he gives me the sexiest smile. To Rosie, he says, “You don’t want to hang out with me like we always do on Saturdays?”
She shrugs. “I mean, if we have to.”
I hold back a snort of laughter.
