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I rode his thigh, desperately chasing my orgasm—and him. And then a phone alarm started to go off.
“Oh no,” I gasped, almost choking on the exclamation.
“Fuck,” Zeke swore and pulled his leg back, letting my dress flutter down.He cleared his throat and nodded to the clock in the kitchen. “It’s almost eight.”
I swallowed. I didn’t need to look at the clock; I’d set that alarm because I’d been paranoid about missing my video call with Jake.
After the soccer game, Zeke had badgered Stan’s lawyer to let me see Jake. Multiple calls. Multiple emails. Relentlessly fighting for my right to see and talk to my son and know he was okay. Of course, Stan used the injury as a barrier, but finally agreed to a video call when Zeke threatened to go to the judge.
“Zeke…”
“We can talk later, Kenz,” he muttered, grabbing his computer from the couch in the living room and bringing it to the counter.
I watched as he plugged everything in and got the computer all set up for the call, amazed—but not surprised—how he could focus entirely on his task helping me while his body was still so hard.
His erection stretched the front of his suit pants—pants that were made to fit him well in court, but in this scenario, the tight fabric revealed every ridge of his cock.
“There. All set.” He turned the computer in my direction and added,“I’ll be downstairs.”
I sucked in a breath. “Are you coming back?”
He’d slept in his office the past two nights while I’d taken his bed. But tonight…it was our wedding night.
“I’m going to sleep on the couch,” he said firmly, the set of his mouth indicating that it wasn’t up for debate.
I swallowed and nodded. “Okay.”
What else could I say? That we were in this situation together, we might as well enjoy it? That I knew it was just sex? That I knew he had responsibilities to go back to just like I did?
No, I wouldn’t beg. Not because I didn’t want to, but because Zeke had already done so much for me. If he didn’t want our relationship becoming physical again, I would respect that.
“I’m going to… tell Jake about us in person.” This wasn’t the kind of thing I wanted to tell my son over a call. I’d gone from being in his life every day to being absent from it for almost eight months, and now I had to break it to him that I’d married a man he’d only met once.
He was eight. His dad was his hero. I didn’t expect him to take the news that well, but one day… god, I hoped that one day he’d understand. When he was old enough to know the truth… I prayed he’d understand.
“Whatever you want to do, Kenz.” Zeke grabbed his phone and headed for the door. “Good night, Kenzie.”
“Good night.”Husband.
He left the apartment, and even as I listened to his heavy footsteps down the stairs, part of me stared at the door like he’d change his mind and walk back through it.
That he’d wait for me to finish my call with Jake and then pick up where we left off.
I tried not to feel disappointed. I shouldn’t be. I was about to talk to Jake, and he was all that mattered. My son. Seeing that he was okay. Hearing his voice. Knowing that soon, Stan wouldn’t be able to stop me from being with him.
But there was the tiniest part of me—the veritable needle in a haystack—that ached for whatever I had with Zeke. I ached for it in a ravenous, selfish way.
The computer started to ring with the incoming call, and all my thoughts returned to Jake.
“Mom!”
My breath whooshed out when I saw him, half afraid that the call would open to Stan’s face. But it was Jake, and he was smiling, not scared.Thank god.
“Hey, baby,” I greeted him with the biggest smile on my face, trying not to wince when I saw his splinted nose and bruised face.
“Look at my nose!”
“I see it,” I assured him, fighting back tears. “You’re so tough, baby.”
