Page 106 of Forgotten Romance

My team takes me out for farewell drinks right after, but I stick to one to make sure I can drive home afterward. Mack didn’t sound happy when I said I wouldn’t be home until late, but once I tell him why, I know he’ll understand.

I leave at eight, a twinge of sadness at saying goodbye to everyone that’s quickly smothered by how much easier it is to breathe once I’ve gone.

I hit the road home, and contract or no contract, the relief I’ve been waiting for finally settles in.

I’m expecting the house to be dark and quiet when I pull up in the driveway and wheel my suitcase inside. But the TV is on, and when I shed my coat, then step from the hallway into the living room, there’s Mack on the couch, eyes sleepy but smile ready.

“You’re home!” He tackles me in a hug, mouth finding mine, and we both topple over onto the couch. He doesn’t give me a second to get a word in as he kisses his way down my body and gives me the blow job of my life.

After a shitfuck of a day, big thoughts and bigger goodbyes, this is the perfect way to end it.

Or … given it’s after midnight, the perfect way to start a new one.

I come with my cock buried in his throat, thighs twitching over the high of my orgasm, and when Mack pulls off me, he looks smug as hell.

“My turn.”

He shakes his head, cheeks tinging pink. “I might have, uh, taken care of myself already. I got too horny waiting for you.”

“Mack!”

“Sorry.” He doesn’t look it.

And it’s not like I can be mad at him after the way he just sucked me dry. I give him a long, sweet kiss, reveling in the fact that this is it now. I can do this anytime I want.

He pulls away and settles beside me while I tuck my dick back into my pants. “You wanted to talk about something.”

I should have known that he’d be fixated on it. I meet his eyes and say, “I quit.”

Mack blinks. Then blinks again. “You … what?”

“Sorry if I should have told you first. Or talked to you about it. I know it puts us in a difficult place now financially, but?—”

“I don’t care.”

“What?”

“I don’t fucking care.” Tears spill onto his cheeks. “You quit? You’re home? For good?”

I hurry to nod. “Yeah. You’re dating an unemployed guy now.”

“I don’t fucking care as long as it’s you. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.” He’s completely sobbing. “You quit.”

My heart goes all floaty at how he’s laughing through his tears. “I did. And there’s going to be a lot we have to work out together.”

Mack kisses me, deep and slow and full of all the emotion building in my chest. “We’ll figure it out. Just let me enjoy this.”

So I do. We spend the night enjoying each other, and when the kids wake up the next morning and I tell them Daddy doesn’t have to leave again, I get mixed reactions from two little people who have no clue what’s going on. Kiera asks if it means she won’t get toys anymore, and Van demands to go to work with me.

Oh, the love …

But I don’t need anything more than that from them. All I need is to never have to leave them upset again.

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Mack

It’s weird being the one away for work, and I’ve gotta say, a night on my own is luxury. I’ll never say that to Davey or the kids, but nabbing myself a ticket for this book fair was a smart choice.

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