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Daxon slammed his hand down on the table and glared at me from across it. “These are my grandchildren and I have a say in what happens with their education.”
“Dad, just calm down. There’s no need to get so upset.” Dylan added as he shrugged his shoulders and looked around.
Daxon caused a scene, and people were staring. We didn’t need this kind of attention, not here and not this evening. This was supposed to be a celebration, not a public show. I hadn’t realized Daxon would be this upset about the children just going to school. This would be harder than I ever imagined.
Daxon was truly upset, and he had every right to be because he was their father. I now see I should’ve at least discussed this with him first in private or gave him a heads up. But Dylan had brought it up and agreed with me.
An education at a public school was much more rewarding than a private one. Dylan had attended private school and hated it. The loneliness and need to succeed outweighed everything. Dylan never truly got to be a kid, and he didn’t want that for his children. He wanted something different for them. But he didn’t realize these weren’t his babies.
Until it changed and the truth came to light, Dylan could do what he thought was best for his kids. This was the way Daxon wanted it and the way it would stay. It wouldn’t change because Daxon would do anything for his company. He’d even let his own son raise his children.
I looked at Daxon, who became angered by the situation and softened my eyes. He needed to calm down and see reason. He was a hard man to break through, but I knew there was a way it could be done. I could reason with him and win. Or I could distract him and triumph.
“My dear future father-in-law, surely you can see these are our children. They are not yours and we, as their parents, will let them go to whatever school we choose.” I breathed as my eyes pleaded with him to let this go.
“But these are my grandchildren, Celeste.” Daxon hissed, and he couldn’t let it go.
“We know that, father and we respect that you want to have a huge part in their lives, but you aren’t their parent.” Dylan added as he looked over at me and took my hand with a smile. “We are.”
I smiled at his gesture, but my heart broke for Daxon. These were his children, and he viewed everything from the sidelines. It broke me inside and I could see how much these babies meant to him. For him to just step aside and let it happen must slice away at his heart piece by piece.
I looked away from Dylan and my eyes landed on Daxon from across the table. I could tell he barely held it together, but he was about to explode. We needed a change in plans, something to throw him off and have him settle down. He’d blow it all to hell and the truth would ruin us all.
It was time for a distraction.
My eyes darted around in a hurry for some sort of solution and landed on my full glass of orange juice. Dylan and Daxon were too busy arguing about the difference in school boards to notice my plan. I flung my hand out and hit the freshly squeezed orange juice. The cold drink spilled across the table and straight into Daxon’s lap.
He gave a shocked face from the chill of it and stared down at the liquid all over his expensive suit. He looked up at me as I rounded the table with a fabric napkin that I got from my lap. I got to his side and dabbed away at the mess as I tried to clean it up.
“Goddamnit, Celeste! Why do you always have to be so clumsy?” Dylan cried out in disgust.
I fired a glare his way and wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but I bit my tongue. “I’m sorry, darling, but it must be a slip up because of the pregnancy.”
I looked away and at Daxon as I heard his son huff. His eyes met mine while I patted his lap, but the napkin slipped lower and he didn’t stop me. Instead, his brown haze darkened and lust swirled around inside.
I realized Dylan couldn’t notice anything because the table was higher up and the seats lower. Temptation kicked into high gear and I continued to dab, but something grew inside his pants. It caused me to look down and move the napkin aside with my curiosity in overdrive. Curiosity killed the cat, but my pussy was very much alive and wet. He was rock solid, and it was all because of me.
My eyes zoned in on the bulge in his pants and my sexual needs from this pregnancy intensified. My hormones went into overdrive and I realized I hadn’t had sex since I found out I was pregnant. But he sat there all hot and bothered, but did something to me.
It made me want to be a very naughty future daughter-in-law.
Daddy called for me and I wanted it just as much.
I let my hand slide down his shaft and I squeezed him. He held in his need for me as his breath sucked in. I knew it took all his willpower not to take me in his arms and fuck me at the dinner table.
Daxon blew out a deep breath and looked over at his son. I kept up the distraction, stroked his cock and knew it would appear I cleaned up my mess. But what a messy situation it was.
I knew Daxon would force me to stop if the stakes were too high. He’d push me aside if Dylan grew suspicious, but it never happened and I kept up my risky tease. Daxon’s breath caught in my hair and he quickly brushed it behind my ear. A low moan escaped from deep inside him and he puffed out labored breaths of air. He kept quiet as my adrenaline went into overdrive and I knew someone could catch us at any moment. No sex could do something to a pregnant woman, and it brought out the wickedness in me. But I was far too aroused to care.
Suddenly, Dylan’s cell phone rang, and it brought me back to the present. I stopped my torment of his throbbing dick and rested my hand on his lap. My eyes landed on Dylan and I thought the truth was out. But he simply answered his phone and stood up from his seat.
“I got to take this...” Dylan said as he pointed and barely looked at us as he left the table.
I blew out the breath I held and sat back in the chair. I relaxed beside Daxon and couldn’t believe I had just done that. It was far too risky, and I clearly wasn’t in the right state of mind. This pregnancy was a sham, and it made me into a madwoman.
“What the hell are we doing?” I sighed as I looked over at him and met his eyes.
His gaze gleamed with lust, and he smirked. “What we always do, princess.”
