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What would I be like as a mother? Chase said he wanted kids but then seemed to freak out about it. So, will I ever have children, or will I end up one of those sad old cat ladies, adopting all the strays?

I take a shower, enjoying the soap Ariel made for me. It smells delicious, freesia perhaps?

Relaxed and fragrant, I make my bed on the sofa, thinking again about everything that’s happened today, and even though I’m sure I made the right decisions, for some reason sleep still remains annoyingly elusive.

Chapter 14

Chase

Six years ago

Because of our hectic schedules, Rose and I made the most of every spare moment we had to be together, and I was walking on cloud nine, my feet not touching the ground.

Although she wasn’t that skilled in the culinary arts, Rose loved to try out different recipes, so I’d often come home to find her in the kitchen, her glorious dark hair gathered in a messy bun atop her head, hands covered in flour with her nose tucked in a cookbook, and I soon discovered that I loved walking in to the comforting aroma of a freshly cooked dinner.

My girl was proving to be an enigma, a mystery that I discovered new depths about daily.

A girl with a mind of her own. Smart.

A woman with attitude. Sassy.

A lady with class. Fucking perfect.

My mother and sisters were thrilled that I’d finally found a buena chica—yeah, a good girl—since thanks to Zephyr’s gossiping, they knew all about Rose, and my mother made sure never to miss the morning show in which her son’s girlfriend, as she now proudly boasted, made her daily appearance.

Personally, I was more thrilled that my father was happy about my girlfriend. Being the only son in our family after four daughters, a great responsibility rested on my shoulders. My father had always wanted me to follow in his footsteps, first getting a decent education, followed by marriage and a bunch of kids filling the house, so he’d been disappointed when I’d decided not to work with him on the orchard. Although I liked country life, I just knew it wasn’t for me, that I needed to follow a different path. Fortunately, his disappointment diminished somewhat once he saw me forge a successful and profitable career for myself. It also helped that the running of the farm was in the very capable hands of my older sister, Celeste, who knew all the secrets of producing our finest specialty oranges.

My father might have been reconciled to my career choice but my personal life was another matter entirely. He was not at all happy that I was still single at the age of thirty-six, a fact which stirred things up every time I visited them.

“A man needs a good woman by his side, and it’s high time you got on with producing some heirs to carry on the family name,” my father would nag, so Roselynn’s appearance was like finding treasure at the end of the rainbow as far as he was concerned, and that made me value her even more.

But the greatest gift of all was the way she loved me, with so much confidence, with so much intensity and dedication, with all of her being.

New facets of Roselynn appeared daily. There was the wholesome girl who presented the weather, and then there was the naked goddess who messed with me between the sheets in the dark shadows of my bedroom every night.

Two sides of the same coin.

“What are we having for dinner tonight?” I asked one evening, finding her in the kitchen on my return, bent over the counter as she read a recipe book, wearing one of my old shirts and some tiny shorts that left little to the imagination.

Fuck dinner, I was immediately hungry for something else.

After hours without her, my hands were dying to sneak under her clothes, to touch her, to take advantage of her, so I was already hatching up a plan to have my wicked way.

“I have no idea what’s gone wrong,” she sighed, as she smiled at me over her shoulder. “I swear I followed the recipe to the letter, but this soufflé is a disaster.”

“Never mind about that,” I said as I knelt behind her, my fingers edging inside her shorts as my lips left a trail of kisses along those delicious thighs.

Who cared about a stupid soufflé when this was on offer?

“This little pussy missed me today, huh?” When a moan escaped from her, I had my answer. Her pussy was more than ready for me. Just as my cock was about ready to bust my pants.

But first we would play a little, as I quickly removed her shorts and panties then pushed her legs apart to gain access.

“Taking dessert before dinner?” She gasped as she gripped the edge of the worktop.

“I’ve been a good boy.” I smirked. “I deserve it.”

“I disagree. You’ve been naughty, very naughty,” she protested as my tongue sought out her sweet center, reveling in the softness of her folds.

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