Page 70 of Twin Deception

With him standing in front of me, blocking me, no one in the car that sped by could see anything private of me. Christmas lights attached to the roof of their car flickered like crazy as the vehicle full of young tourists sped by, music blaring and partying on.

They were my peers, twentysomethings with their whole lives ahead of them. Yet, here I was…

“Miguel.” I sighed and shook my head. “We’re playing with fire. Not using condoms. No protection…” His cum slid out of me, reminding me of how risky we were being.

He lowered his gaze, looking at my pussy like he wanted it all over again. That hunger was a hell of a turn on. I definitely had his attention and could keep it, but logic remained loud at the forefront of my mind.

“What if I’m…”

He pushed that cum right back in, teasing my sensitive flesh. “I’d be glad to knock you up.” He leaned in to kiss me, then as he stood up straight, he helped me slide off the car and stand. “Looking forward to having a baby with you would fit right into my retirement plan.”

I gawked at him. “Retirement plan?”

He nodded, leading me back to the car to get in.

“Are you serious?” Disbelief gripped me.

“Yes. I was serious about this before I met you. I’ve been working a lot. Too fast, too much.”

“That sounds more like you’re burning out, not nearing retirement.” I’d teased him about being older than me, but I didn’t mean it like that!

“No. I’m done. I don’t need to keep working. I’ve got more money than I could spend in my lifetime.”

I stared ahead as he started driving again. I wasn’t sure how I could accept this. It wasn’t a matter of him telling me what to do, but how quickly he could be so sure.

“We’ve onlyjustmet each other.”

“Yeah?” he glanced at me, smiling and at ease, not stunned.

“We hardly know each other.”

“We’ll spend the rest of our lives figuring it out. You beat away the solitude, Isabel. You’re what I’ve been missing.”

“Still. You were sent to kill me. And now you’re making long-term plans with me?”

He nodded, calm and confident. “It does sound crazy, but it doesn’t feel like it. It feels right.”

I couldn’t argue that. “It does.” Fast, but right.

I almost wanted to slap myself silly to be doubting this or him. I’d wanted to be seen and matter for so long. I’d yearned for company, for a family. Now that it sounded like it could happen, I was struggling to accept it. A small fear of getting my hopes up too high, only to be disappointed, scared me.

“I’m serious, sweetheart. I will spend the rest of my life protecting you. You’re it for me.”

“But to retire?”

“Are you worried about finances?”

I wasn’t. I did all right for myself. “No, but retirement…” I laughed once. “I’m only twenty-three. Most people my age are starting a career, not talking about ending one.”

“I’m only thirty-three. And I’m confident that I’m done. I’ll support you by watching you doing your murals and taking care of the baby.” He smiled. “Babies.”

“Oh, God.” I rubbed my face, feeling my smile. “You’re serious.”

“I am.”

“You’ll just retire and—Miguel, you’re not old enough to retire!”

He chuckled. “I’m not that old.”

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