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It was better than hockey and I’d never thought that before.

The thought jarred me and I blinked to break the moment, but it somehow wasn’t enough. I buried my face in her neck, my chest against her breasts, her breath in my ear. I slipped one hand between us suddenly, strangely desperate for this moment, this too much, too big, connection to be over.

“Yes, Yes, Liam,” she moaned in my ear. A chant that rose in power and volume. She arched against me and I felt her coming again and I let myself go. Thrusting into her as hard and as fast as I could.

My orgasm exploded out of me. In me. Through me. I came so hard and so long I wasn’t sure if I was coming twice. “Jesus. Fuck. Kit,” I said. And then again. This woman beneath me sent me into some other universe with her eyes and her body and those goddamn tits. She stroked my back and arched against me.

The devil woman squeezed my cock in her pussy, and I camemore.Harder.

I collapsed against her. Aware that I was crushing her, but truly, for the span of three breaths, unable to do anything about it.

“You broke me,” I said, and she laughed again. “I’m not joking.”

“I didn’t do anything to you,” she whispered and kissed my forehead. Her tenderness was as disarming as her desire had been. “You have only yourself to blame.”

Finally, I rolled off her, onto my stomach, my arm hooked around her waist.

She ran a finger down my spine to the dimples at the top of my ass. Her fingers lingered there. “Do you know what these are called?” she asked.

“No. But I bet you do.”

“Dimples of Apollo.”

“Sexy.”

“On women they’re called Dimples of Venus. They’re very rare actually. Only a small percent of people have them.”

“I’m very rare, Kit. You gotta get used to it.”

She laughed and kissed my shoulder, but her fingers were still at my back. “They’re genetic.”

I was drifting off to the sweet sound of her voice. She could talk about whatever she wanted as long as she kept talking.

“Actually, Tess has them.”

23

Liam

The room suddenly went cold. I lifted my head. “What’s your point?”

She lifted a shoulder. A shrug but not really. “I’m just making an observation.”

“She’s not mine,” I said, rolling to sit up on the edge of the bed. I pulled off the condom and tied a knot in it. “I told you that.”

"Do you know that, though? For sure, though?"

"Janice would have told me.”

Agitated, I got up and found the trash to dump the condom. My good sex vibe suddenly gone.

Turning back to look at her in my bed, I said, “I don’t know if you know this, but I had a woman accuse me of being her child’s father. It fucked with me, because for a while, I did believe her. I couldn’t think of why she would lie about something as big as that. I was prepared to do everything right by her, when Wyatt insisted I take a paternity test first.”

“I’m sorry that happened to you.”

“Gayle was just so fucking scared. I told her she didn’t need to be. That I would help her. My point is, I take that stuff seriously. Besides, if Janice was trying to keep my daughter from me, would she bring her over all the time? Why wouldn’t she say, hey Liam, watch my kid, and, oh, by the way, she’s yours? Like, what would be the point?”

“I don’t know,” Kit said softly, even as she got out of bed. She snagged my sleeveless t-shirt and pulled it on over her head. “That’s for Janice to answer. I’m just pointing out…coincidences. And take it from someone who was lied to all her life, the longer the lie goes on, the harder it is to accept the truth.”

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