Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 82524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
A warm, pleasant satisfaction settles in my chest. “I like to think that’s true.”
“It really is, and trust me, Hattie doesn’t take to adults like she did with you. It’s special.”
I try not to let her see how good that makes me feel. “She’s a special kid.”
“But she’s struggling. I think this is confusing for her, you know what I mean?”
“What would you have me do?” I spread my hands and lean toward her. “You do say you hate me, after all.”
Her cheeks turn crimson. It’s sexy and adorable the way she blushes so deeply. “I mean, maybe I don’t… hate you…”
“My word. Are you admitting your undying love for me right now?”
“No!” She glares at me. “Don’t make this difficult.”
I push myself to my feet. God, this has been a painful day, and I could use a distraction. “Go on, tell me more.”
“Rafe…” She trails off as I come around the desk. I sit on the edge facing her, one foot touching the floor still. Her eyes drift to my crotch, my thighs, to my shirt tugged tight across my chest. She clears her throat. “What are you doing?”
“I felt too formal behind that desk. A little too restricted. What were you saying about Hattie?”
“Oh, uh… Hattie…” She taps a finger against her lip. “Right, I was thinking we could say something to her together. Show a united front.”
“What would we say?”
“I don’t know. How you’re her father… I’m her mother…”
Her words die as I drop off the desk and kneel down in front of her. “Yes, go on.”
“What are you doing?”
“I’m trying to get you to tell me this plan of yours.”
“You’re kneeling in front of me.”
“Hadn’t noticed.” I put my hands on her thighs. “Go ahead. Keep talking.”
Her mouth falls open, her face bright red. “I’m trying to say, we can tell her we don’t hate each other. That we both love her and want to take care of her and… and…” Her breath hitches as I lightly press her knees apart. “And what are you doing now?!”
“Nothing.” I lean forward, hands moving up her thighs to her hips. I tug her closer, my face pressed to her belly. “Nothing at all.”
“Rafe…” Her fingers glide through my hair. I think she’s going to push me away, but she doesn’t.
“You were saying you don’t hate me.”
“I don’t.”
“But you used to.”
“Can you blame me?”
“Not even a little.” I kiss her belly and move up, breathing in her smell, burying my face in her breasts.
“Shit,” she whispers, and I hear her heart racing wildly. “This isn’t going the way I planned.”
“What did you picture?”
“I wanted to tell you we could do this together. We could parent her together. Because… because I don’t… I don’t hate you.”
“I don’t hate you either, baby.” I kiss the tops of her breasts, nibbling up to her collarbone. “I don’t hate you at all.”
“Then you’ll do it? With me?”
“I will absolutely do it with you.” I pause at her neck. “Are we talking about the same thing?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Then let me clarify.” I lift my head to bite her lower lip. “I will fuck you into a happy, messy submission. I will make you crawl on your knees to suck my big cock. I will make you scream my name, beg, choke, drool, spit, and come so hard you forget to breathe. I will shatter you like glass and build you back together again. Is that what you meant?”
“Uh,” she says, eyes wide. “Not really.”
I bury her mouth with mine. She doesn’t resist in the slightest as my tongue slides past her lips, her teeth, and I drink her down, tasting her and devouring her. She moans against me, arching her back as I tug her close.
Fuck, what is wrong with me? Giving in to my weakness now, of all times, when I have a traitor to catch, is a real fucking problem.
But I want her so badly it burns. It hurts, thinking about it. June underneath me, writhing, moaning, screaming my name as my cock tears her in half. June on all fours sucking my dick greedily, bouncing on top of me, tits shaking as she shudders and cries out. The taste of her, the smell of her.
God, it makes me so fucking hard.
But that’s not even what kills me.
No, it’s the idea of raising Hattie with her.
Of being a parent. Of becoming a real father.
And doing it by June’s side.
Our marriage was a tool at first. It was a way to drag June and Hattie into my orbit, to give them protection and legitimacy. It was an ugly compromise at best.
Now it’s the best mistake I’ve ever made.
I pull my mouth back, breathing hard as I stare into her eyes.
“I want more with you, June.”
She looks surprised. She tries to wriggle back but I grip her hair tight. “What do you mean—“