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Though I’d only been trying to distract him, heat fills me. Ted is irresistible—he always has been to me, which is what got us into this mess to begin with.

I cross the office to him, and he slides his fingers into the back of my hair, his other hand tightening around my waist. He kisses me, his mouth hot and tastes of branding. I lick my way into his mouth, the heat already pooling in my stomach.

It only takes his mouth on mine and then I’m gone. I’m lost in it, lost in him, and the feeling is so delicious and freeing that I feel like flying.

I kiss my way down his jaw and neck while my fingers make quick work of his belt and pants button. I slide down the zipper, biting his throat lightly as I do so. He lets out a rough breath, my name sounding like a curse on his exhale.

As I push down his slacks and boxers, I slide down to my knees.

“Winnie!” He gasps, and I don’t give him a second to recover, just sliding my open, wet mouth down his cock.

His cock is half-hard already, growing thicker and firmer each second. As I bury my face in him, the curly hair at the base tickling my lips, he curses and winds his fingers into my hair to hold me where he wants me. I go slack, letting him gently move his hips, his cock fucking my mouth.

I lick him, kiss him, swallow him down. One hand goes to the base of him, fingers pulling firmly as I move my mouth, his precoma, and my spit making it a slick grip.

When he comes, I carefully keep my lips tight around him. He fills me, the taste and sound of him sending hot waves of heat through my body. I swallow him down, carefully licking him clean. I tucked him back in his pants and looked at him with a bright smile.

“Let’s go get my drink,” I say, my voice husky from the use of it. I wink at him and hold out a hand. Ted helps me, his expression dazed, and he follows me from the room without a word.

CHAPTER 11

Ted

I’m excited about what the day will bring. Today’s the day I get to pick out a wedding ring for the love of my life. Winnie. She gets to have my ring on her finger, even if it is fake. I already got one for myself.

I’m standing at the doorway with a stupid smile on my face. I don’t even bother to mask it, unlike I usually would. I’m happy and for one of the few times in my life.

“That’s quite a huge smile you have there.” My mother remarks and adjusts Luna in her arms. She has just finished dressing her, and it’s almost time for us to head out.

I feel my cheeks heat up as blushes spread across them. It will be so easy for her to put two and two together. Mom was one of a kind, and her maternal instincts were sharper than a chef’s knife.

“It’s nothing.” I clear my throat and try to force a serious expression on my face, but from the amused look on her face, I can tell that my mother isn’t buying it one bit. Luna’s giggle saves me from caving in and spilling like a little boy.

he excitement feels like it’s about to overtake my whole body, and I try to control it.

Mom arches a brow at the relief that flashes across my face. She hardly misses a thing, and she knows me well enough to tell when I want to withhold information.

“There’s Daddy now.” Mom wiggles the bundle of joy in her hands, and Luna stretches her little arms towards me. Her cute little fingers clasp the front of my shirt.

“Hello, my angel.” I bend and kiss her soft cheek. She smells of baby powder in a sweet, intoxicating way.

I pick her up with one hand while I collect her diaper bag from my mother. She protests, but it quickly dies when we get close to the car.

The bag is quite heavy, just like I expected. My mom always overpacks when she has Luna, and the bag’s weight usually disturbs her. But she will never reduce the number of things inside.

In her words, one can never tell when an extra set of tissues might come in handy. Never mind that the other ones wouldn’t have been close to empty yet.

“I keep telling you I can handle the weight, but you never listen.” My mom huffs when she opens the passenger door. I pass Luna over to her, and she fastens her into her car seat. Then, after ensuring everyone is securely strapped in, I start the engine.

“And I always tell you that you overpack, but you never listen and still stuff the bag with whatever you can reach.” I look in the rearview mirror before heading out into the main street.

I guess we were at a stalemate at this point. My mom chuckled and shook her head. She didn’t repeat anything about the bag, and I didn’t bring it up on the drive to the exotic jewelry store.

The store was huge and in a bustling plaza—a whole chain of stores selling only jewelry. I scanned a variety of stores before I settled on the perfect ring for Winnie.

“Welcome to Lovey-Dovey.” A waitress smiles at us from the entrance of what seems to be one of the most extensive and expensive stores there. One foot in the space, and the vibe is welcoming enough for me to want to browse their selections.

“What are you shopping for, sir?” The waitress hovers around politely, waiting for my response. She notices my eyes stray to the wedding section, and I see a glint in her eyes.

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