Page 78 of Cruel Alpha Bully

He shrugs. “Seemed the right thing to do. You’re still recovering, Gina, and you’re breastfeeding. You need to eat.”

By the time he gets back with hot chocolate and donuts, Natalia is almost asleep. I settle her back in her crib, and we head to the living room and share breakfast.

“Any pack business?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “Nothing to report. Since that enemy pack withdrew from our territory last year, there have been no disputes at all.”

“And our new pack allies? The one Kelta is from?”

“We’ve been working really well together. It’s done all of us a lot of good. Well, you know. Except for that thing with Jack.”

I nod, focusing on my donut. The Jack situation was a fairly nasty one. It looked like he had found his fated mate for a while there, and both packs got very excited. Then something happened between them, and he no longer wanted to be out working with them anymore.

There was a rumor that he rejected her. I hope it isn’t true.

“How is it going with work?” Bae asks, changing the subject. “Any gigs coming up?”

“Not for another month,” I say, finishing my hot chocolate. “All of them want me to play soon, but everyone understands I need to be with Natalia for the first few months.”

“Are you going to start playing again soon? I’ve missed hearing you play.”

“Sure. I might play this afternoon, if you like.”

“I do,” he says. “Very much. I actually got some new music yesterday that you might like.”

“Oh?”

Bae pulls out his phone and does a quick flick through. He taps on the screen, and some bright, jaunty tunes begin to play, softly enough that they won’t wake Natalia.

“Oh, it’s Brad Mehldau!” I whisper. “I’ve never tried to play jazz before, only classical.”

“Do you like it?”

“Yes, but it would take some practice for me.”

“You have all the time in the world.”

He leans over and kisses me, and I lean into his kiss. Gently, he takes my hands, and we stand up, dancing a little jig around the room. The cheerful sounds of the piano stir my other senses—the taste of sugar and chocolate on my tongue, the sight of Bae practically glowing in the morning light, and the feel of his hands on my waist.

I run my fingers across his chest and lean up towards him. Bae bends his head down and kisses me gently. I grip his shirt a little, stretching up to deepen the kiss.

He chuckles as he tightens his arms around me, pulling me close to his body. “I am feeling like you want to do a bit more than dance, am I right?”

“Damn straight,” I whisper, looking up into his eyes. “Being a father isn’t all fun and games, you know. It’s pleasing your wife whenever she demands it.”

Bae laughs softly. “Damn. I didn’t realize this gig was so tough. How will I cope?”

“I’m sure you’ll manage somehow.”

I pull him down to me and kiss him deeply. The feeling that rises in me is stronger than lust or desire. The love I have for him runs in my blood and sings in my soul. When we touch each other, it really feels like there is magic in the air.

Bae leans down and picks me up, holding me to his chest as easily as he did with Natalia. He carries me into the bedroom and sets me down on the mattress.

He kisses me again, and I grab him, pulling him down on top of me. He laughs, wrapping his arms around me and grinding against me. I growl a little, frustrated that our clothes are still in the way.

“Oh,” Bae says, sitting up. “Did you want me to take this off?” He pinches the fabric of his shirt and plays with it a little.

“If you don’t take it off, I will shred it,” I mutter. He laughs, pulling the shirt over his head.

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