Page 118 of P.S. You're Intolerable

Only her.

The three of us kept each other close for the remainder of the day. Even while Catherine was nursing, Joey made sure I was there, reaching for my finger to hold.

It took some coaxing to convince her to go to sleep for the night, but once she did, Catherine and I snuggled together in the study, a habit we’d formed before my trip.

I stroked her hair between my fingers, my limbs and eyelids growing heavy as I relaxed. I was fighting off sleep just as hard as Joey had, not wanting to miss a second with Catherine.

“I’ll be here in the morning, you know,” she murmured.

“Shhh. Let me be in charge of my sleep schedule.”

She snorted. “If you fall asleep in here, I won’t be able to carry you to bed.”

I opened my eyes, laughing at the image. I was more than a foot taller than her. She’d have to drag me. But she was capable of anything, so I wouldn’t put it past her.

“I liked my welcome home, sweetheart.”

She smiled before touching her lips to mine. “You mentioned that.”

“It needed to be reiterated.”

“You’re welcome. It made me happy to do it and even happier to see your reaction.” She pressed on my chest, sitting up a little, her eyes alight. “Which was your favorite part? The decorations or the celebration in the limo?”

“All of it. I’ve never had anyone waiting at the airport for me, much less with a cute sign and a wet pussy.”

She burst out laughing, and the tinkling, delighted sound woke me up a little more. I planned to make it my mission to keep her laughing like that. Making her happy filled a cold, shriveled part of me I hadn’t noticed had been empty until her.

“You were saying some crazy things in the back of the limo,” she said.

“Mmm. Not crazy if you liked it.” I pressed my thumb to her plump bottom lip. “And from how tight you squeezed my cock, I think you liked it.”

Her tongue darted out to lick her lip, getting my thumb too. “I didn’t expect it, but yes, I liked it. The talk part. Getting pregnant while I still have a small baby sounds like a nightmare.”

“With you, it wouldn’t be a nightmare.” I kissed her cheek, then the corner of her mouth. “But for now, it’s just talk.”

“Really hot talk.”

Reaching down, I adjusted my half-hard cock in my sweats. “I wish I had more energy, sweetheart. I would love nothing more than to spread you out in my bed and tell you all the ways I’m going to fill you up.”

Her palm slid along my jaw. “I would love that too, but you need rest, and to be honest, so do I.”

“You didn’t sleep well when I was gone, did you?”

She shook her head. “No, it seems I’ve gotten used to you. Cuddling a pillow didn’t cut it.”

I heaved a sigh like I was burdened. “All right. If you’re going to insist, I’ll hold you all night long. Let’s go.”

We still had to talk about the Liam situation, but that would wait until tomorrow. For now, I was taking my girl to bed.

I was staring blindly at the computer screen in my home office, trying not to think about what was going on in the den, but it was impossible.

When I’d told Catherine about my visit to Liam, she hadn’t been pleased, to say the least.

“You spoke to Liam? Without consulting me first?”

“I did what I had to do to protect you, sweetheart.”

“And I appreciate that. I really do, but Elliot, you can’t go rogue like that. Not when it comes to my daughter.”

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