Page 40 of Sweet Conviction

And it's not like Lena gives a damn about running things anyway. All this does is ensure she owns every bit as much of it as I do. It's only fair. She's family, too.

And after all this shit with Tempest, I want to make damn sure my baby cousin is protected the way Triton should have been protecting his. No company, nothing, is worth fucking over family.

"You…" He gapes at me, his voice raspy with emotion. "You just called me Gramps."

I smirk, heading for the door. "Did I? Huh. Interesting."

"You haven't called me Gramps since you were a kid," he says hoarsely.

Glancing back, I meet his watery eyes, the hope and surprise in their depths gutting me.

"Guess a lot of shit is changing around here…Gramps."

His throat works as he swallows hard, his hands trembling in his lap. And in this moment, I glimpse the grandfather I remember from my childhood. Before the grief and stress turned him hard and bitter. Before I locked my heart up tight, refusing to open it for anyone else.

And fuck, seeing that man again…that's fucking worth it.

I swallow the lump lodged in my throat as I step out into the hallway. "I'll bring Tempest by tomorrow. Try not to be a complete asshole."

"No promises," he mutters gruffly. But the pleased gleam in his eyes gives him away.

Maybe, just maybe, we're going to be all right.

Chapter Eleven

Tempest

"Are you still pouting?" I ask, a smile on my lips as I glance at Dalton, who is muttering under his breath as we stride hand-in-hand toward his office.

He scowls over at me. "He fucking kissed you," he complains. "Right in front of me."

I bite my lip, fighting laughter. "He's your grandfather, Dalton. And he kissed me on the cheek."

His office door closes behind us, his eyes narrowing on me. "Are you laughing at me, baby?"

I hold my thumb and forefinger an inch apart. "Little bit."

"Oh, really?" He stalks toward me, yanking me into his arms. I collide against his chest with a muffled laugh as his hand slips into my hair, craning my head back. "Let's see how loud you laugh with your mouth full, Tempest."

I moan at the heat blazing in his eyes, my core clenching. "Yes. Let's do that."

He smirks, walking me backward across the office until the backs of my knees collide with the sofa. I land on my ass on the plush cushion with him looming over me, far too damn sexy for words.

He's happy in a way I've never seen, settled in a way that looks damn good on him. The last week has been the best of my life. Despite everything—despite Triton—I'm happy. We're happy. We haven't heard from my cousin. I doubt we will. He's never been good at dealing with the wreckage of his choices. Dalton thinks he's a coward, but he isn't. Triton, though? Well, that's a real coward.

"What are you waiting for, wife?" Dalton arches a dark brow, staring down at me. "Unzip me. Pull my cock out. Fucking suck me."

I reach for him eagerly, brushing my knuckles over his erection as I tug his zipper down, listening to his quick intake of breath. Watching the way his hands tremble. God. He's so damn sexy when he's desperate for me. And this man is always desperate for me.

"Fuck," he groans, his head falling back when I pull his massive erection out, my mouth already watering.

I scoot forward, wrapping my fist around his shaft. He's so hot and hard in my hand. So damn mine…

I lick the precum from the head eagerly, moaning at his tangy taste. He groans again, hands fisting in my hair.

"Is this what you wanted, husband?" I ask, flicking my gaze up at him.

His eyes glitter with desire. With need.

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