Page 117 of Filthy Savage

“I know. I’ll miss that too. I’ll miss seeing all of you. But this is good for me and Fia.”

Glancing over, I watch her playing with a dollhouse Fionn got her. She’s been distracted for hours, jumping from toy to toy. I love seeing her this happy. I definitely couldn’t afford all this.

When I register the door opening downstairs and heavy footsteps coming closer, I start for the exit. “Guys, I’ve gotta go.”

“Ooh, hubby’s home,” Lilith teases. “Bye!”

“Have fun,” Patricia says.

“I love you.” Emily’s voice comes through next. “Call me if anything comes up, okay? Or for literally no reason at all.” She laughs, but it’s doused in sadness.

“Of course! I’ll talk to you guys soon.”

When they all get off the phone, I put mine into the pocket of my sweatshirt just as he comes into view, still in the same clothes he left in.

His eyes drink me in, yoga shorts exposing my legs.

“Come here,” he calls with a crook of his finger, his gaze seductive and brimming with heat.

My body coils, like it’s calling for him. And the closer I get, the hotter I burn. When I’m right in front of him, he clasps his palms over my hips, dragging me close.

“How was your day?” His eyes sear into mine.

“Good,” I whisper. “And yours?”

A smirk crawls on his face, his mouth dropping lower.

And lower.

My stomach tightens, body craving his touch.

“Better now,” he whispers as that wicked mouth brushes over my lips. He kisses me slow as his fingers ride up my spine, tangled in my hair as the other hand slinks between us, fingers pressing to my core. “I want to be buried balls-deep inside you, little rabbit. You’re my undoing.”

My hands grip his hard biceps, and the feeling of those muscles, how strong he is, has desire building between my legs. I’ve never experienced anything like this except with him. Boththen and now. Nothing has changed. As though time stood still while we were apart.

Except it hasn’t. So much has changed.

“Daddy!” Fia rushes for him. “Look at my toys!”

He growls, nipping my bottom lip.

“Later,” he whispers before he separates, kneeling for her to jump into his arms.

As he lifts her, settling her on his arm, my gut flutters with butterflies. It’s beautiful to watch the way he’s embraced her.

“I know! I heard you got all these cool things.”

“Yougot it, Mama said.”

He glances at me, hitting me with a half-smile that only makes me want to climb him up like a tree. I never realized how much seeing a man loving on your child can impact your libido, but here we are.

“Maybe we can play together,” he suggests.

Is he kidding me? Like, come on. Stop doing that crap! I’m not supposed to fall for you. Hello!

“Yay! I want a tea party.”

“A tea party sounds great. I’ve been thirsty all day.” He kisses her forehead as she giggles.

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