Page 117 of Five Mountain Daddies

We get up and leave not long after that. Amelia has to get some sleep so she can put this all together and present it to the board. We get into the truck together and start heading back to herplace.

“Want me to stay over?” I ask, giving her a littlelook.

She shrugs, smiling. “I’ve got plenty ofroom.”

“I bet it’s lonely in that bighouse.”

“It is,” she says honestly. “I’m happy. I mean, I’m glad you want tostay.”

I nod and look back to the road. We drive together in silence for a little while until we get to her place. I park behind her car and follow herinside.

Her house is proof that she doesn’t need to be paid that absurd salary, and I bet if I went to the houses of all the big corporate bosses, they’d all have places like this. No person needs all of this, not even close to it. Hell, even with a fifty percent pay cut, they’ll still be making damn good money, just not absurdly goodmoney.

I’m worried it’s going to backfire on her, but I need to trust her. We head into her big house and I follow her upstairs, up into her room. Without really discussing it, we get into her big shower together, and I kiss her slowly, pinning her body against thewall.

“Are you sure about this?” I whisper in herear.

“What?” she asks. “Letting you kiss me likethat?”

I laugh softly. “No, I mean,everything.”

“Thebaby?”

I nod, meeting hergaze.

She bites her lip and nods back. “I’msure.”

“Good.” I kiss her one more time, and soon enough, I’m down on my knees, tongue between her legs. Every shivering, intense, shuddering breath she takes makes me want her even more, but I don’t stop until she comes again and again, gasping, moaning, begging formore.

We dry each other off, get into bed, and we sleep, our bodies intertwined, deep and comfortable. It’s the happiest I’ve been in a long, long time, and I feel like we’re finally reaching something. Although what it is, I don’t reallyknow.

25

Amelia

Iwake up with Samuel in my bed, and I can’t stopsmiling.

I check the clock. It’s late, a little past nine. I’m late for work, but I guess it doesn’t matter. I’m the CEO, afterall.

I slowly get out of bed, go into the bathroom, and brush my teeth. It’s silly to worry about morning breath with Samuel, considering he did get me pregnant already, but I can’t help it. I fix my hair up and climb back under the covers, cuddling upclose.

He wakes up not long later. “Morning,” he says, stretchingout.

“Morning.” I kiss his bare, muscularchest.

“I don’t think I’ve slept like that in a longtime.”

“Yeah?” I ask. “Me neither. I feel rested foronce.”

“Same.” He laughs and gets out of bed. I watch him hustle off to the bathroom, and I stretch out, smiling tomyself.

Suddenly, the doorbell downstairs chimes. It startles me, and I have to double-check the time. Samuel pops his head out from the bathroom, frowning. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs, and I’m in shorts and an old t-shirt.

“What’s that?” heasks.

“Doorbell. Probably just a delivery orsomething.”

“You expectingsomething?”

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