Page 92 of The Bargain

“He is not the only one.”

She reached for my face and cupped my cheek. “I am so happy it is working out, my sweet girl. You deserve the best.”

I could only nod, a lump of tears forming in my throat at all the love she gave me.

After Dee and Raoul left, I started to worry about Dean’s failure to return.

I went to the nursery and the scene before me, made the last of my reticence melt away.

My two boys were asleep - Timmy in his crib and Dean in the rocking chair with a copy of‘Where is Mr. Duck’on his lap.

“Thanks for today,” I said softly, removing the book from his lap and putting it back on the bookshelf.

He sighed, turning his head toward me.

“It was normal. This is teamwork,” He replied, rocking gently in the chair.

“How am I supposed to resist you?” I whispered, running my hand across his cheek.

“Don't,” he said, his voice still a bit rough from sleep. “Be mine.”

I smiled with a shake of my head before disappearing into my own room. If only he knew the truth. I was already his.

As I finished writing my last email, I leaned back on my seat. I just couldn't wait to get out of this office and join Amber in the small library or the kitchen or wherever she was in the house. I didn’t care as long as she was with me.

Ah, what has that woman changed me into? A lovesick fool, and I was horrified to notice that I didn't even care.

Before her, work had been my escape. I'd spent so many hours hiding behind my desk, in my office, and in boardrooms, making money. It was a universe I could control, one where I was comfortable.

But now, whilst I still loved my job and making my company money, I couldn’t wait until my tasks were done so I could find her just to talk, make her smile, and maybe, when I was very lucky, steal a kiss or two. Kiss stealing had become easier and easier ever since Timmy’s birthday, three weeks ago. And the kisses, which had started out as chaste and sweet, had become more demanding on both sides. I was really starting to hope that she was going to stay with me.

A quick knock at my door brought me back to reality.

“Come in.”

She opened the door and despite her being dressed in a conservative purple wrap dress, my pulse quickened.

She smiled at me, her fingers fidgeting at her sides. My girl was nervous and that piqued my interest in the best way.

“I’ve put Timmy to bed.”

I glanced at the clock. Eight at night. Fuck, it was later than I'd thought.

“Sorry for missing bedtime.”

She waved her hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it. Mister was in a mood tonight. He didn’t like any of the books I read him.”

I chuckled. That boy might be Edward's, but he was going to be a mini-me, something that I couldn't help but be proud of. "He wants what he wants."

"Indeed."

When she chewed on her bottom lip,

I groaned internally. I had to tell her she needed to stop doing that. Seeing her plump lip between her white teeth sent a message to my cock that I could barely control.

“What can I do for you?” I gestured for her to come in. “Please come in, close the door.”

She took a step in and closed the door behind her. “I don’t want to bother you if you’re busy.”

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