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There was no chance of getting her pregnant right now, but holy shit, it turned us both on to fantasize that there was. That my seed would take root and she’d become ripe with child for me. I’d fuck her then too, bring her to orgasm as often and in any way she needed. Hold her, rub her aches away, tell her how exquisitely beautiful she was. The way I would always regret not being there for her the first time.
Catherine fell, her sweet pants warming my skin, her body gripping mine so well, I let go too, giving her exactly what she’d asked for.
“I love you.” Her lips touched the hinge of my jaw and side of my neck.
“I love you too, sweetheart.” My arms wrapped around her, only slightly too tight. She hugged me back with equal fierceness.
As the shower rained down on our joined bodies, a sureness settled over me. Whatever happened from here on out, we would be together. Nothing could take her from me. I’d fight for what we had until the end.
Chapter Thirty-nine
Catherine
Isatdownatmy desk, unable to keep the satisfied smile off my face. Being in love and being loved made my mundane, everyday tasks feel a lot less tedious.
I was thrilled to write Elliot’s schedule for him. And when I got to the bottom, for my postscript, I had to shuffle through all the things I wanted to say to pick one.
Finally, I decided.
P.S. You’re definitely an android. There is no way someone as wonderful and perfect for me as you can be real.
I sliced the strip of paper off the bottom, opened my drawer, and…stopped.
The box of tampons was askew. Not just slightly, but upside down and turned the opposite way.
Tremors ran through my hand as I picked it up to grab the envelope from beneath it. My heart slammed at the crinkles on the envelope and the strips inside in disarray.
Someone had been searching through my desk.
The only person who’d been in the office over the weekend had been Elliot. He’d found my postscripts?
But…but…he hadn’t mentioned them, and we’d barely spent a second apart yesterday. If he’d been the one looking through my desk, I could only be relieved I’d shredded my first set of postscripts. I shuddered to think of how he would have felt reading those.
When Elliot came striding toward me a few minutes later, so handsome and powerful, my heart rate ratcheted as always, even though my mind was going in a million different directions.
He stopped in front of my desk, a smile hitching the corner of his mouth. “Hello, Catherine.”
“Hello, Elliot.”
That was when he noticed the mess on my desk. The upended tampon box, the envelope, the scattered postscripts. His eyes raised to mine, and they were alight with an emotion I couldn’t quite put my finger on. It wasn’t anger, though.
He lowered his voice. “Come into my office, sweetheart. Let’s talk.”
Shoving the tampons back in my drawer, I picked up his schedule and followed him into his office, closing the door behind me. These days, instead of sitting across from him for our morning meeting, I sat in his lap.
Grossly unprofessional, sure, but we managed to get the job done with an added dose of affection to get us through the day and no one else saw us.
“Did you uncover my secret stash?” I asked.
“I did.” His eyes danced over my face, confirming he wasn’t angry, but I couldn’t get a bead on what he was feeling.
“This weekend?”
He nodded once. “I found your new stash Saturday night.”
New stash? Oh god…
“Did you…you found the first postscripts?”
