The Billionaire's Twins Play Matchmaker novel Chapter 18

Early in the morning Macey’s bedroom door quietly swung open. Two sets of eyes peered in to see their parents intimately entangled under the sheets. There was no trace of embarrassment even as one raised their mother’s phone and snapped a picture before they quietly closed the door.

Julius lazily stirred. Blinking he found himself staring at a field of red hair. He smiled recalling the previous night. Macey still snuggled closed to him her face nestled against his neck. Her soft breath fluttered against his chest. He caressed her gentle curves, squeezing her butt as he pulled her closer. Silently he told himself it wasn’t a dream. This was real. She was back in his arms. He would do anything to keep it that way.

Macey stirred shifting her hips causing Julius to groan as they rolled against him. He could already feel himself stiffening. Macey sighed shifting again.

“Macey, sweetheart, you might want to stop that unless you want to finish this,” Julius whispered kissing her forehead.

Her eyes fluttered open. She stared at him. At first he saw confusion then surprise and finally realization as she blushed. Julius chuckled leaning over and kissing her.

“You are beautiful in the morning.”

“You’re biased.”

“Yes. I am.”

Macey relaxed as his fingers lightly traced the contour of her back. His body was always so warm she hardly needed blankets. It had been years since she felt so relaxed. Suddenly she stiffened and her eyes went wide with shock.

“What time is it?”

“Umm,” Julius raised his head to glimpse the clock. “Seven.”

“The kids!” Macey pushed away looking toward the door. Caden woke up at six thirty every morning without fail and though Aria complained she was never far behind.

“It’s all right,” Julius pulling her back to spoon her. “They’re probably still asleep.”

“No. They are up,” Macey insisted.

“Well…I don’t smell anything burning so I think we’re fine,” Julius smiled.

Macey stifled a laugh and slapped his arm but there was no force in it. Julius chuckled. As much as he wanted to stay in bed he knew they had to get up. He still had to drive home and change before he headed to work. Mentally he chastised himself for not being prepared but how could he have known the night would end like it did?

“Okay. Why don’t you take a long, hot shower and I’ll check on the rugrats,” Julius kissed her shoulder.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course. Besides if I stay here while you freshen up I won’t be able to stop myself from joining you,” Julius kissed her again before rolling out of bed.

Macey averted her gaze covering her face as it reddened with the image he evoked. Grabbing his pants Julius briefly disappeared into the bathroom emerging after he relieved himself and dressed. He grabbed his shirt and leaned over her kissing her deeply.

“Take your time,” he whispered before leaving.

Macey lay several minutes calming her racing heart. How did he have such an effect over her after six years? She had to be crazy and what was last night? How could she have lost her self control so easily? Was she really just sex starved as Vicki loved to claim or was there something more between them? Would it be wrong to hope for the latter?

Her head muddled with contradictory thoughts she forced herself out of bed and headed to the bathroom. She only intended to take a short shower but the relaxing steam kept her in much longer. When she was done her thoughts were just as muddled as before.

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Julius pulled on his shirt as he stepped down the hall. He paused at the kids’ door to see it was open and their beds empty. Aria’s bed covers had been recklessly tossed aside while Caden’s was neatly made. Macey’s motherly instincts were not wrong. Impressed he continued to the living room to see them kneeling at the coffee table. Aria was quietly coloring with her hair a tangled mess. Caden tapped at his mother’s laptop. His early morning hair sported a cowlick.

“Good morning,” Julius greeted.

“Bonjour,” Aria smiled. Now that her language skills were out in the open she was happy to use them.

“Are you two hungry?” Julius asked.

“Yes!” Aria gave a characteristically enthusiastic answer that made Julius chuckle.

“So what do you normally have?”

“Mommy usually makes oatmeal.”

“And do you like oatmeal?”

Aria made a face and stuck out her tongue. Caden scowled. Their mother dressed it up with fruit but it always tasted the same and they weren’t fond of the texture either. Julius chuckled. He hadn’t liked oatmeal as a kid either.

“How about French Toast?”

“What’s that?”

“You’ve never had French Toast?” Julius looked from one to the other in surprise to see the same curious gazes. “Well, let’s fix that right now.”

They trailed him to the kitchen and hopped onto their step stools as he dragged out a griddle and placed it over the stove burners. Grabbing a mixing bowl he cracked several eggs into it adding milk, a generous amount of cinnamon and vanilla before whisking the contents. Once mixed, he dipped bread in it thoroughly coating both sides before laying them down on the now hot griddle.

Aria and Caden watched the process in fascination. Their aunts Vicki and Dillon occasionally made them waffles but they never saw this sort of preparation before.

“Are you’re sure this is French?” Aria asked.

Julius chuckled as he flipped the toast, “Probably not. I’m not sure how it got the name actually.”

Caden whispered in Aria’s ear after a moment of thought. She nodded saying, “It does sort of look like pain perdu.”

“What’s that?” Julius asked.

“It’s French for lost bread,” Caden explained. “They use stale bread to make it so it doesn’t go to waste.”

“Ah…yeah I can see that,” Julius nodded. “This would be a good recipe for stale bread. Okay do you want maple syrup, honey or fruit on your toast?”

“Syrup!” they both exclaimed earning a chuckle from their father.

“All right. Go sit at the table.”

Aria and Caden hurriedly climbed off their stools and dashed for the table. They watched him cut the toast and add a generous amount of syrup before bringing them their meal. He followed that with glasses of apple juice. They dug in immediately enjoying the sweet breakfast their father made.