Cass cried out at the shift in angle, and I knew I’d hit that perfect spot inside of her, the one that had her shudder and clench around me. I grinned.
“Shh, shh, shh,” I teased her. “Gotta keep quiet, remember?”
“You’re not making it easy,” Cass breathed back at me.
“You’re not making it easy either,” I pointed out. She could meet me, thrust for thrust, and it had me seeing stars. I wanted to groan to the heavens, I wanted to shout her name and praise her, but I had to hold back.
It made it kind of sexy, honestly. Having to show that kind of restraint.
Although we were definitely getting someone to babysit one night so that I could really take my time and make her scream for hours.
I could feel my orgasm at last, building up from the tips of my toes, all the way up through my body, drawing my balls tight to my body. I couldn’t stop it, especially not now that I knew I was hitting that perfect angle for Cass, her body clenching rhythmically around me as she writhed underneath me. She was close, I could feel it, I could taste it, and I wanted to follow her over the edge, I wanted the two of us to come together—
Cass breathed my name into my mouth as she came, and I couldn’t have held back even if I’d wanted to. Fuck. It was everything. I never wanted to come up for air again.
I had no idea how long it took me to swim up from that hazy pleasure, but it didn’t matter. We had time.
Cass stretched, looking like a cat with several bowls of cream. She looked so content, my heart swelled with pride and renewed pleasure.
I held her close, determined to never let her go ever again. She was my family, and I would make sure that she knew it every day for the rest of our lives. “By the way, I uh… I quit. Told Parker that I appreciated everything he’d done for me but that this place was no longer the right fit for me, that I had to be somewhere else.”
It sure wasn’t the typical post-sex talk, but she needed to know. I was dedicated to her, to us, to our family. And I’d had plenty of time to think about what I wanted to do about it while I was packing and getting my ticket for Connecticut.
Cass shifted in my arms, then looked up at me. “Raff? Are you sure you’re making the right choice? Giving up your job?”
“Of course, I am.”
“But it’s a lucrative and powerful position.”
“So? I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. It feels like I’ve spent all my life waiting for you. You’re the most important thing in my life, you and Chelsea. Not a job.”
Cass stared up at me with shining eyes, like she couldn’t quite believe that I was saying this. Like it might be too good to be true.
I kissed her forehead. I never wanted her to be unsure of me again. I wanted her to take this kind of devotion as a given, because I gave it to her all the time. Because it was normal for her.
“What do we do now, then?” Cass asked. “We’re both unemployed.”
“I thought about that. I didn’t just quit my job for no reason, y’know. I could’ve persuaded you to come back to San Francisco with me. But I was thinking… I didn’t want to work in a place that wasn’t with you. I want to do something with you. And I want to take some time off from work so that I can really devote it to Chelsea. I have plenty of money saved up—I made good investments after I finished taking care of my parents, and I saved a good amount of my paychecks—so I was thinking we could take a vacation or two as a family. I could just really spend some time getting to know her. I want her to know who I am and how much she means to me. I want to make up for all the time I’d missed.”
Chelsea kissed my neck and cuddled closer. “Well. Good to know you won’t have to move in with your parents down the street. That would make trying to have sex awkward.”
I laughed, stroking my fingertips up and down her back.
“I’m… I don’t know how to say what it means… that you want to be in her life like this. And I actually think that I have an idea of what we could do… after you’ve taken some time just to be with her and be her father.”
“Oh?” My curiosity was piqued.
Cass smiled up at me. “You talk about wanting to be with your family. What about not only being a family, but a family business, too? I’ve got the skills, you’ve got the experience? Why not open up our own consulting firm?”
I couldn’t help myself, I laughed. “I think I already have an investor in mind for us.”
“Oh?” Cass looked confused.
I reached up and tapped the bruise on my face. “The guy who gave me this.”
Cass laughed.
“What? Trevor’s an entrepreneur, right? It would be just like how we wanted it before. We could be partners together. We’d all finally get our dream, in every way.”
Cass laughed. “I can’t argue with that logic,” she agreed.
Then she leaned in and kissed me and, well, I had much better things to be doing then talking, anyway.
Epilogue: Cass
When Chelsea had been born, I’d marveled at how much one’s life could change in just a few short months. I’d found out I was pregnant about two months along, and so I’d had seven months to prepare for her monumental arrival.
Six months later, and I was wondering the same thing all over again—how it could be so short of a time, and yet so much could have shifted in my life.
Half a year ago, I’d been a single mother with a new job moving across the country and trying to make it on my own. Now I had a husband, a partner in both life and work, I was part of a company that was run by myself, my partner, and my brother, and my little girl had her father. We were married, we had bought a beautiful apartment in New York City, and we were on our long-awaited honeymoon trip.
Dawn and Trevor, and both sets of grandparents, had offered to look after Chelsea while Raff and I went on our trip. After all, they’d said, it was a honeymoon, surely, we’d want to just spend the time in bed together and roaming the streets as a romantic couple.
But we’d already gotten plenty of time in bed together, and neither of us wanted to let Chelsea feel left out. She was a part of our family too and this was a celebration of our family. What we had built and were continuing to build together.
We had a wonderful home waiting for us. We’d decided that moving to NYC would be the smartest decision. Our hometown wasn’t too far from NYC, but we might as well just make it more convenient for ourselves. And it was such a happening town. We could take advantage of being young while still having our family.
Besides, NYC was right where all of our business was. It simply didn’t make sense for us to live where it would be tough to drive when we could be right in the thick of it and still be close to both sets of parents for weekend times. Chelsea was already close to my parents, of course, but Raff’s parents were also beyond delighted to have her in their lives.
Previously, we’d kept the fatherhood a secret from everyone, so Raff’s parents hadn’t known. We hadn’t known how to tell them about what their son had done. We hadn’t wanted to ruin their relationship with Raff because of it. So, we’d just kept quiet. Fortunately, after about a week of taking time to think, they had understood, and were happy to bond with their granddaughter and make up for lost time.
Trevor was in NYC with us, which helped. He’d made his own way just fine over the last four years, but he had never really been as happy as he could’ve been, partnering and working with people who he didn’t get along as well with as he did with Preston.
There had been some concern about my brother and I working together—siblings did have their arguments, after all—but it had been good. I enjoyed working with Trevor and it had brought us even closer together than before. I was so glad that my family was finally all together. Trevor and Raff were becoming best friends again, falling back into their old patterns but better, stronger, than before.
We even had Dawn with us. She’d been hired as our IT person to help us get off the ground, creating our website and all th
at, and of course she could do it remotely, but it had gotten to a point where she just felt like it would be more fun if she was with us in person. So, last month, she’d moved back to NYC with us.
“There’s plenty of work for me here,” she’d said. “Just because I’ve moved out of Silicon Valley doesn’t mean I’m done for.”
And now… now I had finally gotten the life I’d always hoped for. The one that I’d given up on, the one I’d told myself was unrealistic and that I’d have to settle for less. We’d had our wedding only last week and it had been everything I’d hoped for.
Sure, it had been fast. But we’d started planning the morning after Raff had shown up at my parents’ doorstep. We had known what we wanted. We had known we were committed. He’d gone right over to his parents’ place and gotten his grandmother’s engagement ring, using that to propose to me, and we’d started planning everything. We hadn’t wanted anything large or fancy. We just wanted our family there, a celebration of reuniting all of our broken pieces into becoming one healed whole again.
It had all been perfect. Everything I’d dreamed about.
Now we were back in Rome.
Of course, we’d chosen this as the spot for our honeymoon. Where else? It was where we’d fallen for one another all over again and where we’d begun to realize that we were still connected, still unable to resist each other. And we hadn’t really gotten to enjoy as much of the city as we would’ve liked to. We had been working, after all, and we’d only had a few days.
Now we had a whole week to explore, and no work to bother us. Trevor was taking care of everything and he’d promised us that we wouldn’t be bothered while we were away. It was just the three of us, together, enjoying sleeping in and seeing the sights and getting to just… be.
We decided that today we would end with the Coliseum, and we walked along the ruins as the sun began to set. I kept taking pictures, stopping to get just the right angle and lighting. I was sure I’d never seen a more beautiful sight.
Well, other than the one beside me of my husband holding our daughter on his shoulders.
“Crazy, right Chelsea?” Raff said, pointing out a fallen column. “This is from hundreds of years ago! And it’s been here all this time!”
“Coooooool,” Chelsea said.
She adored her father. I couldn’t blame her.
I quickly snapped a photo of them as the two were distracted. While Rome might have been full of ruins, it was the place where our relationship had begun anew. The people who’d lived and died in the Coliseum, who’d built it and reigned during its heyday, were long gone. But my relationship with Raff and our family together was just beginning.
Raff made Chelsea laugh again, and I smiled. He was always making her laugh. I hadn’t even realized how sharing a child with a partner would make being a parent so much better. Not in the obvious ways—I’d known about those—but in all the small ways. Now I had someone to share these little moments with. To sigh and coo with me over Chelsea as she learned new words, as she became more independent, as she made art and learned to read.
She was growing up far too fast, but at least now I had someone to enjoy it all with.
And getting to be our own bosses meant we got even more time with her. I was never going to complain about that.
“Daddy!” Chelsea pointed. “Let’s go over there!”
“Sure thing, sweetheart.” Raff walked over to the area she was pointing at.
My heart felt so full. I couldn’t remember ever being this happy. I had—not just hope for the future, but confidence. Yes, confidence. I knew that we’d be going into it together as a family, and that however it turned out, it was going to be good.
“Mama!” Chelsea called.
“Coming, baby!” I hurried over to join my husband and my daughter, smiling inside and out.
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She’s too young for me. Too innocent for me.
And I’m friends with her father.
Oh gosh, and if all those reasons weren’t compelling enough…
I promised my late wife that I would never start a family again.
But what was I supposed to do when Izzi practically threw herself at me?
Take the moral high ground and push her away?
I’m a powerful billionaire but I sure as hell didn’t possess the strength to do that.
And so, I did what I’d wanted to for years.
I devoured her dangerous curves.
Yes, I knew that would have its consequences.
But I didn’t know how extreme they would be.
Like taking her innocence wasn’t scandalous enough…
I even got her pregnant.
That word itself sends shivers down my spine.
I don’t want another child… but I do want Izzi.
And this conflict might just be the end of me.
Prologue: Izzi
I lay on the king-sized hotel bed, one of the most luxurious I’d ever been on, the sheets smooth and delicious against my bare skin. I was completely naked, but also completely unself-conscious. Honestly, I had never felt sexier. How could I feel anything but sexy when I was being stared at with such lust and adoration?
John Goodfellow, the man I’d wanted for years, was finally going to fuck me. He loomed over me, hunger in his gaze as he stared down at me, like he wanted to catalogue how I looked to remember it forever.
Just a short time ago I never would’ve thought that I’d be in this position. I’d wanted John for so long I had started to fear that it was just a dream that would never become a reality. That I truly was just a silly girl with a ridiculous daydream, filling my head with nonsense. But here we were.
I could still remember the day I’d realized how much I wanted him. I had been only sixteen, and my parents had invited John and his daughter to join us on vacation. John’s wife had died in childbirth and he never really got over it, and my dad considered it his duty as John’s best friend to try and relieve his loneliness whenever he could. I had never minded. Partially because I’d always liked John and partially because his daughter, Angelica, was like a little sister to me.
We’d been in this lovely house right on the ocean, and we’d spent most of our time out on the beach, swimming and tanning and taking long walks. I’d been lying out on the beach earlier in the morning when John, who’d been taking a morning swim (unbeknownst to me) strode out of the waves.
I’d been hit with a bolt of lust so strong I’d been sure my entire body was red from my blush. I’d felt so wet I’d wanted to squirm. I had never been so turned on in my life before and to say that it had bene alarming would’ve been an understatement.
Of course, I hadn’t been able to do anything about it. I’d been sixteen, for fuck’s sake. I couldn’t have told him how I felt without making everything painfully awkward. Instead, I’d laid there watching him, the water sliding down his firm muscles, his broad shoulders, the slight tent in his pants showing off his cock.
I had done my best to cover up my blatant staring and that night as I’d laid in bed, I had touched myself thinking of him, imagining that he was my first, imagined that hot, full cock filling me up. I�
��d never been so explicit in my desire before, and I’d never imagined anyone I actually knew. It had always been some celebrity or someone I just made up in my head and the scenarios had always been rather vague and outlandish like being captured by pirates or something.
But this time I had imagined what it would be like if I’d only been older, an adult, someone that John could see and be attracted to, someone who could win him over. I’d come so hard, whimpering, struggling to be quiet, his name echoing in my mind.
Now I had him. Now, I wasn’t alone in my bed but had this man crawling over me, hovering over my body, staring at me like he wanted to devour me. My dream was at last coming true.
“Where to even start with you,” he murmured, his voice dark and rich.
“Anywhere you want,” I promised him. I had waited too long for this to just be a quick wham bam thank you ma’am. I wanted John to take his time with me. I wanted to savor this.
To my surprise, John moved away from me, and I almost whined with loss before he grabbed my ankles and yanked me further down the bed so that I was right on the edge. He knelt and draped my legs over his shoulders—and that was when I realized what he was doing.
I shivered uncontrollably, feeling myself get wetter. Oh, God, yes. I wanted him to taste me, please. I wanted him so badly I couldn’t even find the words to beg him.
John kissed slowly along my thighs, lingering, like he wanted to paint every inch of them with his mouth. Oh, God, I’d let him, I would definitely let him. If that was what he wanted… this was so much more than my fingers had been, so much more than my imagination had been. My imagination never could have conjured up the way the shadows and moonlight played on his tan skin, those muscles that were still so broad and strong five years later. I never could’ve dreamt up the musky, manly smell of him, the sharp pine scent of his cologne, or the way his eyes sparkled with desire when he looked at me.
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