Page 34 of Seduced By a Billionaire

“I’m sure you don’t suck as bad as you think you do. Kids just need to know they’re loved. And love is a verb. That’s all I have to say.”

“Jemma, his mother, was the best mom. She was straight-out-of-a-sappy-movie kind of mom. He was her world. She blossomed after Finn was born. Unfortunately, I wilted.”

“It’s daunting that’s for sure.”

Kyle stifled a yawn and said, “I’m embarrassed to say I’m exhausted.”

“I’m not surprised. Get it through your head this is a marathon not a sprint. You almost died. Your external bruises have healed but you’re still healing on the inside,” Ella said.

The waiter entered with their dessert and Kyle asked for it to be wrapped for them to take back to their rooms. Kyle had difficulty standing after sitting for so long. Ella could tell he was in quite a bit of pain.

“I’m sorry I should have reminded you to stand up once in a while.”

“I’m a big boy Ella, that’s not your job.”

“It kinda is.” She muttered.

Returning with the packagedcrème brulée, the waiter handed it to Ella. “Thank you so much. Everything was perfect,” Ella said.

“You’re welcome. I will see you soon I am sure.”

“Night.”

Kyle was wincing in pain as he took his first steps. “I would almost welcome a wheelchair.”

“As painful as the exercise is, you need it. Let’s go.”

“There’s that sadistic nurse I’ve come to know.”

“She’s baacckk!” Ella joked.

“Tomorrow is a big day; my son arrives home.”

“I know. I can’t wait to see him.”

“He’s pretty damn cute, equally matched by his precociousness. I can’t even take care of my fucking self; how the hell am I going to be able to keep a six-year-old entertained?”

“I can help. I’m feeling pretty useless most of the time. I’ll feel less guilty, like you’re getting your money’s worth.”

“A surrogate nanny?”

“Kinda sorta,” she said smiling.

She had rested her hand on his lower back as guided support as he hobbled along, his limp much more pronounced that it had been on their way to dinner. “We’ll get you tucked into your comfy bed and I’ll tell you a bedtime story while we eat our dessert.”

“What kind of story? Little Engine That Could?”

She hooted with laughter, “And you’d be referring to what exactly?”

“As if you didn’t know.”

11

Kyle let out a sigh of relief when they finally reached his quarters. He sat on the bed reclining his upper body.

“Here let me get your shoes,” Ella said, pulling off his loafers one at a time. She sat next to him on the bed in order to reach the buttons of his shirt. Kyle thought he would lose his mind as her fingers feathered against his skin, arousing him further. He tried to reach for her, but she stilled his hand and said, “No.”

He dropped his hand and watched her through eyes blazing with a passion ready to combust. He loved the smell of her… musky… sexy, her soft hands, her playfulness, her confidence. She was wild, exotic, a woman comfortable in her own skin. Her hair, an unruly mass of cascading dark curls, made him fantasize of burying his fingers there while ravaging her mouth. As she unzipped his pants and tugged them off, he had to keep reminding himself that this was Ella the nurse not Ella the temptress.

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