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“He hasn’t done a paternity test though, right? So he doesn’t know for sure?” she says, trying to make me feel better.
I nod with a sigh, because this is getting a lot bigger than I need it to be. I haven’t even processed it internally yet. “Technically you’re right, but he’s not stupid. He’s seen her. They may not look exactly alike, but the dates match and she apparently has the same hair color he had as a kid.”
Wes huffs. “That means nothing. Come on, Luce. You can’t be serious.”
I’m about to object when Dani puts her hand up between us before turning to me. “Wes is right too. If his only‘proof’is hair color, you don’t need to let him see her.”
“But what if he petitions for custody or something? You of all people know how that can turn out.”
Dani sighs and nods, pain in her expression, knowing that all too well. She’s about to speak when Wes grabs my hand, curling my fingers in his. “We won’t let that happen, Luce.”
I huff out a breath, because it’s not that simple. “I can’t afford to fight him, Wes. He says he has money. What if he does and I don’t win?”
“If money’s the only thing standing in your way, it’s a nonissue.Wewon’t let that happen,” he repeats before pulling me into a hug.
I push him away, conscious of the fact that people are still leaving for the day, and we’re standing out in the open. I can see he wants to argue, but instead he nods and steps back, always doing the right thing.
“Thank you,” I say. “You’re right. It’s not going to happen. Because I’m going to let him see her. It’s going to be fine.”
Dani reaches out and squeezes my hand just as Wes mumbles a bunch of expletives under his breath. He means well—I know he’s trying to protect me—but he doesn’t get it. I’m terrified Greg will try to take her from me, and I can’t risk it. If he says he’s genuine, then for now I have to give him the benefit of the doubt.For now.
Thursday rolls around, and before I know it, it’s time for my date. Wes and I have passed in the halls a few times since the parking lot, but we’ve always been surrounded by colleagues so have only ever exchanged a polite hello or smile. And now that our date’s almost here, I’m nervous about it. What if we’ve both changed so much that we have nothing to talk about without Katie as a buffer? What if the spark we have turns out to be sexual tension and doesn’t actually translate to a relationship in everyday life? Or what if he discovers he no longer likes me? I’m spiraling, I know I am, but for almost five years he’s the only guy I’ve thought of, and I never expected to get this chance with him again.
At exactly five on the dot my phone buzzes on my desk. Though I’m almost certain it’s Wes, my pulse still spikes, worrying it could be Greg. He’s left me alone since we last spoke. And I can only assume—and hope—he’s letting me set the pace. But if there’s another reason for his silence, I don’t know what I’ll do.
Luckily, this time it is Wes, so I can relax.
Wes: Time to pack up, Luce. I’ll be at your place for that report at six
I smile into my hand, as an instant calm takes over me. Stressing is only going to ruin our night. I need to let it play out.
Lucy: I’ll be ready, report in hand
I rush home to get changed, thankful that Katie’s already settled in at Dylan and Summer’s but missing her all the same, and I’ve just hung up from calling her to say goodnight when my doorbell rings. Giddy anticipation takes over me again and only worsens when I open the door and see Wes standing there looking absolutely delicious in dark fitted jeans and a black shirt, with his sleeves rolled up once again.
He has one arm braced above his head on the door frame, making the veins in his forearm stick out, while the other holds flowers.Flowers!He’s simultaneously making me swoon and want to drop my panties at the same time. Screw the date. Other than last week, I’ve had a five-year drought; we’re staying inside.
Curling my fingers into his shirt, I drag him through the door, not even bothering to say hello. He chuckles but lets me pull him along without argument, an amused expression in place.
Taking the flowers from his hand, I gently place them on the kitchen counter with a rushed “thank you” before launching myself at him and crashing my lips to his.
He catches me easily, his fingers digging into the flesh of my ass, settling beneath the dress I conveniently wore.
He groans as he squeezes, his hand roaming my cheeks before pulling back from our kiss. “Fuck, are you not wearing panties?”
I huff out a laugh and roll my hips into him, smiling against his lips when he rewards me with another guttural groan.
“I am,” I say between kisses. “They’re just tiny.”
Wes grunts as he lifts me higher and positions me on the counter, pushing my dress up to my waist. His eyes darken as they lock on my white silk thong before he rips the thin material from my body and throws it away, making my insides clench with need. “Oh, God.”
Dropping to his knees, he spreads my legs wide, immediately running his tongue through my heat. “Holy shit, Wes.Jesus.”
A groan rips from deep within him before he stands up and leans over me, his lips barely a breath from my own. “As much as I want to worship every inch of you, especially here,” he says, teasing my mound with his fingers. “I’ve been thinking about taking you again, every second since I was last inside you, and I need it… now.”
I clench again at his words as my head drops back.God, I need it too.
“I’m good with that. Take me.”
