I grinned down at her as she laughed. “You’re such an idiot. Where did you learn about this elusive pussy fort anyway?”

“Well, you see. There was this treasure map in a box of cereal.” Blaire was shaking her head as she smiled up at me. “And to find the treasure, you need a certain, um, probe. Luckily, I just happen to have one right here,” I said, pressing my dick against her sex.

“That feels oddly similar to your special feature.”

“Yes, they are almost indiscernible to a fort amateur such as yourself.”

She laughed again and said, “Axel?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Shut up and probe me.” She bent her knees, cradling my hips as I lowered my head to hers. I glided my tongue across her lips, and she parted them, sucking my tongue into her mouth as I ground slowly against her. Fuck. Yes. Her soft moans made my dick impossibly harder as her hips lifted off the couch to rub her sweet heat up and down my shaft.

“God, baby. You’re so fucking sexy,” I groaned into her mouth. “I want to—”

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.

We stopped and looked at each other in the darkness beneath the blanket. “It’s probably Vincent,” I whispered. “Sometimes if we get late deliveries, he will knock and leave them at the door.”

I started moving on top of her again, grabbing her ass with one hand and pulling her tightly against me. Her mouth was on my neck, sucking and licking, and I thought if I didn’t get inside her right then, I might spontaneously combust.

Blaire groaned, “Axel—”

DINGDONG, DINGDONG, DINGDONG.

Motherfucker! Someone was ringing the doorbell over and over. “Shit! Hurry and get it before he wakes Carrie up,” Blaire hissed, shoving at my shoulders.

I scrambled off the couch, almost tripping on the blanket that had become wrapped around my ankles. I looked back to make sure Blaire had gotten her shirt pulled down before swinging open the door.

“Hey, baby,” Milan said, striding into my apartment like I had invited her. What the fuck. Really?

“Hello, Milan,” Blaire said from the couch where she was sitting and trying to smooth down her hair. Milan cast a look her way but didn’t speak.

“Axel, do you have a screwdriver? One of the star-shaped ones?”

“Uh, a Phillips head? Yeah, I have one.”

“Could I borrow it for a teensy minute? I’m trying to put the crib you had ordered for Junior together, and all I have is the flat kind.”

I sighed. “Okay, let me go get it.” I headed to the pantry, only to see Carrie walking down the stairs, rubbing her eyes.

“Daddy, something woke me up.”

“It’s okay, Princess. Someone just rang the doorbell. You can go back to bed now.” I bent to kiss her pretty little head.