Chapter 297: ~ 296
Chapter 296
~Octavia~
It was 3:00 PM. I let out a satisfied breath, saving my work for the day, and stretched my arms over my head. My first week back at JeffTech was going beautifully, but the best part of my new routine was this exact moment, closing time.
By the time I gathered my bag and rode the elevator down to the daycare, I was already missing my little girl. I pushed the door open, expecting to see Mama Rita holding her, but I froze in the doorway.
Standing in the center of the colorful playroom was a familiar, towering figure. Franklin was dressed in his sharp, black suit, looking completely massive against the backdrop of miniature plastic chairs and plush toys. He was cradling a fast-asleep Lael against his broad chest, his large hand gently supporting her head as she snored softly against his shoulder. Mama Rita stood nearby, looking at the two of them with a deeply amused, adoring smile.
"Look who came to surprise his girls," Franklin murmured, his dark eyes crinkling with a warm, boyish smile as he looked up at me.
"Franklin! What are you doing here?" I whispered excitedly, walking over to wrap my arms around his waist, careful not to wake our daughter.
"I managed to escape my afternoon meetings early," he chuckled, leaning down to press a lingering kiss against my forehead. "And I figured my hard-working wife deserved a proper treat."
Instead of heading straight back into the heavy city traffic, Franklin led us to a quiet bistro just two blocks away from the office building for a spontaneous family brunch date.
We sat at a cozy corner table near the window. Lael never even woke up; she just shifted from Franklin’s shoulder to a comfortable nest of blankets in her stroller, dreaming peacefully. Franklin and I sat close, sharing a platter of eggs benedict, fresh pastries, and hot coffee. We talked, laughed, and held hands across the table, enjoying the simple, beautiful luxury of just being a normal, happy family under the afternoon sun.
When we finally arrived back at the estate, the house was wonderfully quiet. M We headed upstairs together, and I carefully carried Lael into her nursery. I laid her down in her crib, pulling her favorite fleece blanket up to her chin. She let out a tiny, soft sigh, completely out cold for her afternoon nap.
I quietly closed the nursery door and slipped into our master bedroom, ready to unwind. The sound of running water echoed from the master bathroom, letting me know Franklin was already inside. I walked over to the closet to grab a comfortable silk robe, glad to finally kick off my flats.
"Octavia? Babe?" Franklin’s deep, rumbling voice suddenly called out over the sound of the running shower.
"Yeah, I’m here!" I called back.
"Could you pass me my towel? I forgot to grab a fresh one."
"Sure, hold on," I replied, not thinking much of it. I grabbed the white towel from the shelf and walked over to the bathroom door, knocking softly. "Franklin, open up. I have it."
The door unlocked and creaked open just a few inches. A thick, warm cloud of jasmine-scented steam spilled out into the bedroom. I held the folded towel out, expecting his hand to reach through the gap.
Instead, the door suddenly swung wide open. Before I could even blink, a strong, damp arm wrapped firmly around my waist. With one quick, effortless tug, Franklin pulled me completely inside the foggy, heated bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind us with his foot.
"Franklin!" I gasped, a breathy laugh escaping my lips as I stumbled right against his chest.
He had a white towel loosely slung around his waist, his skin still glistening with droplets of warm water. His dark hair was damp and messy, falling into his eyes in a way that made him look incredibly handsome, and completely dangerous.
His gaze was dark, intense, and deeply seductive as he pinned me gently against the closed door.
"You are shameless," I breathed, my heart doing a sudden, wild flutter against my ribs as I looked up at him. "I thought you needed a towel."
"I lied," Franklin murmured, his voice dropping into a low, naughty rumble that sent a shiver straight down my spine. He leaned down, his warm lips brushing teasingly against the sensitive skin of my jawline, making me weak at the knees. "I’ve been waiting all day to get you away from the office, away from the daycare, and all to myself. I missed you, Octavia."
"Franklin, my clothes are going to get ruined from the steam," I protested weakly, though my hands were already finding their way up to his bare, muscular shoulders, gripping him tightly.
"Then let’s take them off," he whispered against my lips, a wicked, playful smile touching his face just before he leaned down and kissed me deeply, drowning out the rest of the world.
Steam swirled around us as Franklin’s strong hands made quick work of my blouse and skirt, letting them pool on the tiled floor. My bra and panties followed, his fingers reverent yet urgent. He pulled me under the warm spray with him, water cascading over our bodies as we kissed hungrily. His hard length pressed against my stomach, already thick and ready.
I dropped to my knees on the wet tile, looking up at him with a sultry smile. "I’ve been thinking about this all day too," I murmured, wrapping my hand around his impressive cock. Franklin groaned deeply, one hand bracing against the shower wall as I took him into my mouth.
I savored him slowly at first, tongue swirling around the head, then sliding deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I bobbed with loving devotion. The water ran down his body, mixing with my saliva as I worked him eagerly, humming with pleasure at the way his thighs tensed and his groans echoed off the tiles.
"Octavia... fuck, your mouth feels incredible," he rasped, fingers gently threading through my wet hair. He didn’t push, just let me pleasure him, his dark eyes locked on mine with raw adoration and lust. I took him deeper, stroking what I couldn’t fit, until his breathing grew ragged.
He pulled me up gently before he lost control, spinning me around to face the cool marble wall. "My turn to take care of you," he growled softly against my ear. One large hand reached around to cup my breast, pinching my nipple while the other slipped between my thighs, fingers gliding through my slick folds. Two thick fingers pushed inside me, curling perfectly as his thumb circled my clit. I moaned loudly, pushing back against his hand, the warm water heightening every sensation.
"You’re so wet for me already," he murmured, kissing my neck. "I love how ready you are."
"Franklin, please," I begged, voice breathy. "I need you inside me."
He didn’t make me wait. Positioning himself behind me, he entered me in one smooth, deep thrust. I cried out in pleasure as he filled me completely, stretching me beautifully. He set a steady, powerful rhythm, fucking me from behind with long strokes while the shower rained down on us. One hand held my hip, the other reached around to keep rubbing my clit.
The angle was perfect, hitting that sensitive spot with every thrust. Pleasure coiled tight and fast. "Franklin....oh God, yes!" I screamed, my voice echoing as the orgasm crashed over me. My body convulsed, squirting around his cock in hot, pulsing waves that mixed with the shower water.
He groaned my name, thrusting deeper through my release until he followed, burying himself to the hilt and spilling inside me with a deep, satisfied growl. We stayed locked together under the spray, his arms wrapped around me protectively as we caught our breath.
"I love you," he whispered, kissing my shoulder tenderly. "More every single day."
I turned in his arms, smiling up at him through the steam. "I love you too. Best surprise ever."