Page 148 of Filthy Savage

I’ve never felt that connected to another person before. The energy between us, like our bodies were feeding off of one another, was something incredible.

Of course, I was nervous at first. Being tied up like that and unable to use my hands was terrifying. But the more he touched me, the more I liked it.

Being in his control was fun.

I lost count after the eighth orgasm, my body incredibly satiated. I fell asleep while he was massaging my body after he took off the ropes. But through the night, I felt his arms around me, keeping me safe even while I dreamed.

“Mommy, look!” Fia rushes over, pulling on my leggings as I finish rinsing the dishes from lunch.

She shows off a new doll Fionn got her. He had it custom made to look just like her, except right now the doll is wearing mismatched pink socks and her hair has seen better days.

“Wow, she’s so pretty! But not as pretty as you.” I lean in and kiss the top of her head just as Louise enters the kitchen.

“Please don’t do that!” She tsks. “It’s my job to wash those.”

I shake my head with a smile. “I am perfectly fine washing them.”

She huffs. “You’re not supposed to.”

“I won’t tell if you don’t.” My grin stretches.

“Ma’am?” Roy walks in. “The attorney Mr. Quinn sent is here to see you.”

“Oh, right.” The paternity test. “Come on, Fia. We have to go see someone quick.”

“Okay, Mama!” She hops over and takes my hand, and together we make it to the door, following Roy to where a tall man about Tynan’s age greets us, holding a briefcase.

As soon as he sees me, his crystal blue eyes glimmer. “I’m Troy Masters.” He reaches his hand for mine. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Quinn.”

“You too.”

“Is there somewhere private we can go to?”

“Um…”

Crap, I don’t know where to take him. Fionn didn’t exactly send instructions.

“Mr. Quinn said his study was fine,” Roy volunteers and leads us there, down toward the left-side corridor and the last door on the left.

Fia glances at the man curiously as we enter, and I close the door behind us.

“Hi there.” Troy smiles at her. “How old are you?”

“I’m four. How old are you?”

“Definitely not as young as I’d like to be,” he laughs. “So, Mr. Quinn told you how this works, right?”

Troy places his briefcase on the cherry oak desk, popping it open and removing a packaged swab.

“Yes, he mentioned it was just a cheek swab.”

“That’s right. Want to place her on the desk?”

“Of course. Come on, Fia. The nice man is just gonna check your mouth like at the doctor’s.”

“I’m not sick.” She pops a hand on her hip.

“I know, but he’s just looking at your throat, to make sure it all looks good just in case.”

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