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“Hey.” I softly kiss her lips. “What are you doing awake?”
She shrugs. “Couldn’t sleep.” She rolls against me, resting her head on my shoulder.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, trailing my fingers down her arm. “I heard you moved girls’ night here.”
“Oh. I’m fine. Just lots of hormones and emotions lately. Fun pregnancy stuff.”
I sweep some hair off her neck, twisting my fingers through the strands. “I’m always here if you want to talk.”
“It’s nothing.” She runs her hand up my thigh, then over my hips, her fingers tugging at the waistband of my boxer briefs before her hand darts inside. My cock stirs instantly. One touch from her is all I need. Except that my mind is not nearly as eager as the rest of me is.
Reaching down, I grab her hand, stopping her. “Ames, stop.”
Her brow furrows. “What? You don’t like sex anymore?” She kisses my chest, up to my neck, then murmurs. “I thought it was one of your favorite things…”
My cock aches at her touch.She’s killing me.
Breathe. Keep some blood in your brain.
Grabbing her hand again, I thread my fingers through hers and turn the tables, quickly kissing her neck before looking into her eyes. The pain she’s holding back cuts me like a razor. I don’t understand why she won’t let me in.
“I love the way you taste and the feel of your skin on mine, how your eyes roll back when I hit the deepest spot in your pussy, the way you clench around me and how beautiful you are when you come, the way you scrape your fingernails down my back while you milk my cock. Sex with you is like entering another plane of existence. I love everything about it. What I don’t like is you using it as a distraction when something else is obviously wrong.”
Though my voice is smooth and calm, my heart is racing. When she drops my gaze, my heart seizes in my chest. I hate this feeling. My anxiety takes over and goes right to the worst-case scenario—my worst case. What if she’s not talking to me because our connection is fading? What if she doesn’t want as much with me as I want with her? What if I convinced myself this is love because I wanted it to be, but it’s actually wrong? Thousands of what-ifs flood my brain at once, and I have to close my eyes and take a breath to remain calm.
Her hand on my arm jolts me out of my panic, relief flooding me as I feel that unmistakable electricity between us. The reminder that I didn’t make this up or twist it into what I want to be. But on the heels of that relief are new sparks of fear threatening to catch fire. If she’s my girl—the right person for me—why is she pushing me away? What else is she holding back from me? What if the things she’s keeping inside rip us apart? Losing her would destroy me. Not having my daughter in my daily life would break my heart. The family we’re building means everything to me, and I don’t want to lose it.
“Miles?” My eyes dart to hers. She hesitates for a moment before saying, “There are a lot of things I’m trying to figure out right now, but I’m not ready to talk about them yet. I’m asking for a different kind of comfort tonight. If that’s okay with you.”
She looks at me uncertain, her hand on my hip, thumb flicking at the edge of my waistband.
I stare at her for a moment, then wrap my hand around her neck and kiss her deeply, trying to give her as much of my love as I can. It doesn’t matter if she wants to talk or not, I still need her to know how I feel, to know the depth of my love. “I’m okay with it,” I mutter against her lips. If this is what she wants, I’ll give it to her. I’ll always give her anything she wants. And though it doesn’t change my fears or concerns, I feel the connection we share flowing through us. If this is the way she needs to have it tonight, I’ll enjoy every second, because I’d rather feel our connection this way than not feel it at all.
Chapter fourteen
Never Lasts
Amelia
Mybrainfogisunreal. I switch tabs again and reread a sentence I’ve read at least five times, repeating it to myself as I translate the gist in to legal wording for this contract. I read the legal wording back, then double check it against the other tab.Finally.
I finish the rest of the contract, only getting distracted by random things a few times. When it’s done, I reread it, then send it over to our editor to read through for any errors.
Leaning back in my chair, I rub my eyes. I need a nap. I look longingly at the couch behind me, then turn to check the time, but before I can, the door to my office swings open, and my tall, dark, and handsome baby daddy strolls in, looking like sex on a stick.
Horny mode engaged.
“Hey, sexy mama,” he rumbles, smiling at me. Then he tilts his head and cocks an eyebrow. That ridiculously perfect smile of his grows, and he looks around, quickly shutting the office door behind him. He stalks over to my desk and grabs my arm, pulling me up and wrapping his hand around the back of my neck as he kisses me. “Mm, you’re lucky we’re at work and anyone could walk in, otherwise I’d lay you on that desk and eat your soaking pussy.”
I whimper as his lips trail up my neck. “How do you know—”
“How wet you are? I can tell when you need me, baby. Lucky for you, we have to leave now for your appointment.”
“Why is that lucky?” I ask, voice shaking. He’s right. Ineedhim.
He takes half a step back but drops his lips to my ear. “Because if you hurry, I’ll have time to take care of you.”
My eyes flare. Thank God I’m wearing a skirt today.
