Page 62 of Anchor Point

“Let go, baby. I’ve got you,” he said, and with the combination of the bullet and his hip roll into that magic spot, an orgasm shimmered to life, tightening in my lower belly, coiling deep inside me.

I slipped the bullet in a slow circle once more and got the same outstanding hip roll. So much pleasure it was bordering on pain.

I removed the bullet and slipped my arm behind me, leaning my body onto his legs. Reaching down, I ran the toy down his balls, to the firm area just behind them, and pressed in.

The fingers at my hips dug in as Mac exploded under me. The clench of his muscles against my hand trapping it there as he thrust into me with a guttural roar.

I shattered around him, dropping the bullet onto the bed and collapsing into his chest.

His arms enfolded me as we melted into a tangle of roaming hands and soft kisses. We’re finally back to everything we were before, only this time, it’s better. This time, it comes with the promise of a future. Because after all we’ve been through, I’m not letting this man go again.

Chapter Eighteen

Mac

Ilay propped on my side, watching the most beautiful woman in the world cross the room. Naked. Highlighted by the glow of the full moon shining through the window. My lips tipped up in a smile I couldn’t contain. The graceful way she carried herself did things to me.

With a matching smile, Olivia braced a knee on the bed, leaning over to plant a kiss on my lips. Hovering over me in the semidarkness, she was a goddess. Smart, strong, capable, confident. Utterly gorgeous.

“You are breathtaking,” I said, cupping her face to pull her in for another kiss.

Maybe age had made me a sentimental fool, but I cherished this moment. Being with her, making love to her. Hell, just having her in my house made life so much sweeter.

As she tucked her back to my front, I wrapped my arms around her, enjoying the feel of her, and buried my face in her neck.

This time meant everything in the world to me. In a matter of minutes, every other thing, retirement, the lake house, the boat. All of it meant nothing. She mattered. Rosie mattered. Having a family mattered.

Because what was life if you didn’t have someone special to spend it with?

Her arm covered mine, and she ran her hand down, humming her pleasure as she linked our fingers. I pressed another kiss to the spot just behind her ear, the one that made her shudder the slightest bit.

“What’s on your mind, Mac? I can tell you’re thinking deep thoughts.” Her voice was quiet, intimate. I ran our hands from her waist, across the soft mound of her belly, up between the valley of her breasts to her collarbone, where I splayed my fingers, loving how the base of her neck fit perfectly in the V of my thumb and forefinger. Her fingers slipped down, encircling my wrist.

“You know,” I began, keeping my voice soft, “I never knew I was lonely until you came back into my life.” I pressed another kiss on her soft skin because I needed the pause. The thick emotion building in my chest made it hard to speak. “But you came and brought Rosie, and the two of you lit all the dark, lonely spaces with your light.”

She squeezed my wrist, drawing in a deep breath. Curled around each other like we were, every move she made brushed against me. “I wish I’d found you all those years ago. I wish I’d never left you,” she admitted.

We lay silently, lost in the past for a long moment. “I wrote you letters.” The intimate admission came softly. “In a journal I kept. Rosie found it. I don’t know that she read it. But that’s where she found the picture of us.”

“You know how I found out about her?”

“How?”

“She posted a picture of us on TikTok. The one from the last day we spent on the beach and went sailing. We look so happy in that picture. She posted the photo wanting help finding her dad.”

Olivia went still in my arms.

“I didn’t know how to react, how or where to start to find you. But I’m glad I had the time to mull it over and come to terms with the idea of having a kid, because it took me a while. And then that day you walked into the conference room… felt like the earth shifted.”

She lay quiet in the circle of my arms. Then I felt it, the slightest shudder. I didn’t know if she was laughing or crying.

“I can’t believe she did that, the little turd.”

Laughing. Thank God.

I released a breath.

“I had no idea she’d even found the journal until after we moved here. Long after Tim and I split. She must’ve been planning to find you for a while.”

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