Chapter 17

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.:Author's Note:.

Amanda (briefly mentioned in Chapter 13) at the top.

Please excuse any mistakes.

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Jonathan's POV:

"We should probably stop." Winston said halfheartedly as we kissed, breath hitching a moment later after I pinched his nipple.

"Mhm." I absentmindedly agreed, moving my hands lower to squeeze his ass cheeks and press myself harder against him. He moaned instantly, gripping my biceps to pull me closer.

"Your daughters are going to come in and see us." He whined once we stopped kissing in order to take a breather. Despite that, he turned his head so that I could tease his neck with bites and small smooches.

"You're saying one thing, but your body is saying another." I teasingly whispered into his ear before nipping at the part under his lobe. He jumped, in more ways than one, making me chuckle.

"You're such a-"

"Daddy!" My girls interrupted, banging the door against the wall as they entered my room. They must've frightened Winston because he quickly shoved me off of him, the bed (since we were at the edge), and onto the floor. I groaned as I made contact with the hard surface and pain spread across my entire body.

"Oh shit." Winston cursed while my girls gasped. "Jonathan, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"

"Peachy." I said as I sat up slowly. April and Alyssa tumbled into my arms once they saw that I was fine. "Morning, girls."

"Morning, Daddy." They replied. "Good morning, Winston."

"Good morning." Winston said shyly before rolling over in the bed and laying back. I stood with my girls on each of my hips and looked down at the man sprawled across my sheets. He looked delicious half-naked, but we had to get ready for work soon, and he was a man that took forever and a day in the shower.

"I'm going to start on breakfast. You should shower first." I told Winston, causing him to remove his arm from over his face.

"You're not my father." He ribbed, making me smirk.

"Oh yeah?"

"Jonathan!" He gasped with a blush and looked at my girls. Thankfully, they weren't as intellectual when it came to dirty jokes so I didn't have to worry about them questioning Winston's and my interaction. "You're the worst."

"Yet you still like me. That makes you a bad boy."

"Oh my gosh! Leave."

"Girls, can you believe he's kicking me out of my own room?" I spoke to my daughters with a laugh. They giggled as I walked out of the room, throwing a wink over my shoulder at the still blushing Winston. He threw a pillow in my direction, but it missed me and hit the wall instead. "You've got to be quicker than that, babes."

I decided to stop teasing Winston then and let him get ready for the day. After entering the kitchen, I set my girls down, each on a chair of their own. Macy was bent over the kitchen's island with her face pressed against the cold surface. I kissed her temple in greeting, receiving a low groan in response. When translated to English, that meant "give me coffee."

"Daddy, can I have my eggs scrambled, please?" Alyssa asked with a small yawn.

"Can I have mine fried?" Questioned April.

"Make me an omelet." Joined Macy. I took the ingredients out of the fridge and spread them across the counter.

"Why can't you all be less difficult and eat the same form of eggs?" I sighed while taking out the frying pan. My twins laughed while Macy sat up to look at me.

"Because we are complex people, Bugsy." She answered, making me laugh.

"That you are."

After preparing a cup of coffee for Macy, I got down to making scrambled, fried, and omelet formed eggs. It was quiet in the kitchen, minus the scraping of the pan and my sister's loud slurps of her hot drink. Winston didn't show up by the counter until I had finished preparing everything (bacon and pancakes included).

"Good morning, Macy." He said lowly before taking a seat on a stool, dressed in his work attire.

"Hello, handsome." Macy purred, making my boyfriend flush in the face. "I'm loving the sleepovers."

"I- Um..." Winston stumbled.

"Macy, leave him alone. I've teased him enough already for the day." I cut in, placing plates of food in front of my girls and my sister.

"Oh really now?" Macy smirked, making me laugh while Winston flushed even more.

"Yes, now hush. Winston, baby, what can I get you?"

"Can I have what you're having?"

"Sure thing, sexy." I answered with a wink.

"Ewww. Daddy said sexy." April said as she scrunched up her face.

"Pilly, sexy isn't nasty." Alyssa explained while rolling her eyes. "Daddy thinks Winston is pretty."

"No, girls." Macy joined the conversation. "You two are pretty, beautiful even. Bugsy thinks Winston has sex appeal."

"Oh." My twins replied. "Aunty, what is sex appeal?"

"That is a conversation for when you get older." I stated pointedly, knowing that my sister would've delved into a full-blown sex talk if I hadn't interrupted. "Just know that sexy is only used for future husbands, or wives, or partners. No boyfriends or girlfriends allowed until you're married."

"But Winston is your boyfriend and you're not married, Daddy." April raised a perfectly arched eyebrow at me.

"But I do plan to marry him one day, so bleh." I replied childishly before sticking out my tongue, making the girls laugh. Winston was too busy being flustered to respond to us, but I knew he heard the truth in my words, so I didn't bother getting him to speak.

I made Winston a plate of breakfast before digging into my own. Small chatter about nothing really passed between us as we all ate. Once my twins were done, I sent them to go get ready for school while Macy decided to lounge around the living room for the time being. That left Winston and me in the kitchen alone, which was always dangerous because I could never keep my hands to myself.

"No." Winston said as he pointed a finger at me. However, the playful glare on his face did nothing to stop my advances. "Jonathan, I mean it."

"I'm not doing anything." I laughed.

"Yes, you are, and you know it."

"Please, pray tell."

"You keep leaning over the island so that you can kiss me."

"Okay, you got me. But I don't see you backing away. It makes me think that you want me to kiss you."

"I don't." Winston blatantly lied through his teeth. I could tell by the way he avoided eye contact with me, and his lips slightly puckered in anticipation. He was tempting.

"Are you sure?" I spoke lowly, sex practically dripping from my lips. It seemed to have the right effect because Winston gulped.

"Mhm. I'm sure."

"Okay then. No means no." I said, backing away from him immediately so that I could clean up the kitchen. I could feel his eyes burning into the back of my head as he glared heatedly at me. It made me smirk since annoyance was radiating off of him in sexually frustrated waves.

"Jonathan!"

"Yes, sweetness?" I teased.

"Don't be an asshole! Come back here and kiss me."

"I thought you didn't want my kisses." I laughed while turning around to face him.

"Jonathan." He pouted, and I couldn't resist. Closing the distance between us, as much as I could, I leaned over the island and connected mine and Winston's lips together. I assumed he just wanted a simple peck, but that was proven wrong when he held me by my shirt and slipped his tongue into my mouth. Fuck, I hardened instantly, like some teenage boy with an uncontrollable libido. Don't judge me for getting onto the tips of my toes so that I could enjoy him more.

I let Winston have his way with me until we both needed to catch our breaths. There was a thin line of spit that connected us as we separated, and he decided to sensually lick my lips in order to get rid of it. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to sink into him right about now.

"In no way, shape, or form am I complaining, but what was that for?" I asked while I panted slightly. A boyish grin appeared on Winston's face as he heatedly looked me over.

"Just because." He replied, cheeks tinting slightly.

"Aw, don't get embarrassed now. You can kiss me anytime you want, just because."

***

Winston and I walked into Mr. Montego's office building, showing our passes before heading for the photo shoot floor of the large tower.

Today was the first day we were going to meet the models for Mr. Montego's clothing line, Erotic Impulse. We'd get them comfortable with each other before having a demo shoot to see how the actual pictures should come together. The first day was always the most stressful, but with Winston by my side, I had a feeling that I was going to be collective and cool. In a way, he kept me sane.

As we entered the room that was assigned to us and bustling with people, I took a moment to kiss Winston quickly before putting on my professional façade.

"Ah, Mr. Monroe and Mr. Russell. Just the men I wanted to see." Mr. Montego voiced once he caught sight of us. "It's an exciting day, isn't it? I've received word that most, if not all, of our models have arrived and are actually getting acquainted as we speak. Their demo outfits are in their respective fitting rooms. I'm leaving everything in your care, however, I'd like to see the results after today's run, if you do not mind."

"Thank you, Mr. Montego." Winston said. "You won't be disappointed"

"That, I am sure of." Mr. Montego answered. "There is a little hitch. Our camerawoman seems to be running late; something about her flight from England being delayed. I would fire her if she wasn't the best in the business. Please accept her apology on my behalf."

"No worries, Sir." I spoke this time. "I suppose this will give us more time to get to know the people we'll be working with for the next week or so."

"I knew I was smart putting you two together." Mr. Montego said his goodbyes then, leaving Winston and me to run his operation.

"I'm going to speak to the stylists." Winston told me with a small squeeze to my arm.

"Okay. I'm going to find Marilyn. She isn't in the group of models conversing together." I replied, scanning the room for our Aphrodite. Beside me, I could hear Winston sigh. Knowing the meaning behind it, I turned to face him. "Winston..."

"I know. I know. Nothing to worry about." He playfully rolled his eyes.

"That's my baby." I joked, making him roll his eyes again. "Now go. See you again in fifteen minutes."

With a nod, Winston and I parted ways. I asked around for Marilyn, but no one seemed to know where she was. After about five minutes, I decided to do the most logical thing and check her dressing room. It was locked, so I at least knew that someone was in there.

I knocked, receiving no response, but hearing someone speak (probably on the phone) behind the closed door. I knocked again, louder this time, and the door was flung open. Marilyn stood before me, frowning in annoyance, as she listened to someone speak over the phone.

"Well, you better get here quickly! The photoshoot cannot start without a flipping cameraperson." She spoke with a distinct Russian accent. After, she hung up the phone and smiled at me, her attitude doing a total one-eighty. "I'm sorry about that. My wife is the camerawoman for this photoshoot and I just want her to hurry so that we can spend some time together."

"That's completely fine. Hi, I'm Jonathan Russell. My boyfriend, Winston, and I are running this project. I just wanted to check in on you."

"It's nice to meet you, Jonathan. I sincerely apologize for my wife's delay."

"It's no problem." I chuckled. "How are you doing today? Is there anything you need me to take care of? You are the centerpiece of today's show, after all."

"That's kind of you, but I'm okay. Everything is actually better than I expected. The other models are compatible and the workers aren't rude or overbearing. You and your partner are really good at what you two do."

"I'm sure he'd be happy to hear that. Thank you."

Marilyn's phone began to ring before she could get out another sentence. She answered it with a squeal, excitement practically seeping out of her pores. I didn't even get to catch the exchange because she hung up just as quickly as she answered.

"My wife is here! Would you like to meet her?" She bounced, making me laugh again.

"I would. We are going to be working together."

"That's great." She said before looking over my shoulder. "Here she comes now."

I turned to face the woman that had Marilyn as excited as a puppy, but everything around me seemed to freeze once we made eye contact. My ears began to ring while she seemed to go deathly pale in shock. Marilyn was too happy to catch, or even understand, the brief moment that passed between her wife and me.

"Baby, this is the project leader, Jonathan Russell." She introduced us. "Jonathan, this is my wife..."

"...Amanda."

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