Page 137 of The Thing About My Rival

He nudges the head of his perfect dick inside me, that first rush of togetherness setting off a spasm through my whole being.

“What do you mean?” I reach around for his butt and draw us even closer—him further inside me, me further around him.

“I mean…” He drops down on top of me with that reassuring weight, that solid presence.“That maybe one day we might want to make a whole other one of us.”

Kids.

My entire body relaxes at the thought. At the removal of all doubt. At the knowledge that he wants a forever.

I pull him in ever deeper, wanting to show him with my body how much that idea means to me, and he gives one big thrust, filling me to his hilt.

This is the first mention of children. The first sign of him wanting children withme. The first word of us starting our own family.

He rolls onto his back, dragging me over to sit on top of him. “Would you like that, Wilcox?” He circles my clit with one thumb and brushes a nipple with the other, all the time rocking up and down under me, taking me with him, and I am happy to go wherever he leads. “You and me and a couple mini footballers?”

It’s more than I ever could have hoped for, beyond any dream I could have had for myself. His words are as hot as his actions, and that’s it, I’ve reached the tipping point. There’s no going back now.

He thrusts harder up into me, his chest heaving, breath fast, eyes closed.

Then the world disappears. There’s just me, and Hugo, and a family in our future. I’m gone, lost, breaking over him, under his touch, on his dick. Every part of me belongs to every part of him.

And he’s right there with me.

“What do you say, Wilcox?” he pants right before he bursts inside me at the exact moment I burst around him.

“Yes.” I have never been more certain of anything in my life. “Yes. Yes.Yes.”

“Shall we order some food?” Hugo walks back into the bedroom, completely naked, carrying a glass of Guinness for me and a lager for him.

There he is, letting it all hang and dangle, shoulders back, chest out, loud and proud of himself. That man, right there, is the future father of my children. And I have never felt more secure or sure of anything in my life. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Definitely.” I take my drink from him as he slides back under the covers beside me.

He taps his glass against mine. “Cheers, Wilcox.”

“Cheers.” I hold up my glass. “Here’s to our house-hunting.”

He pauses with his drink halfway to his mouth. “Seriously?” He couldn’t look more surprised if I’d told him I’m playing in goal for the next game.

“Seriously. Let’s go look for our first home together. Let’s start living.”

“Oh, I fucking love you.” He cups my cheek and plants a big fat kiss on my lips. “I knew you’d realize you want to live with me eventually. Thank you for finally catching up.”

My phone buzzes in my bag on the floor, and my eyes instinctively dart to it.

“Oh, go on, boss,” he says. “I realize I’m sleeping with a top sports executive who can’t ignore her phone. And you know you can’t resist looking.”

“Thank you.” I put my drink on the nightstand and lean over the edge of the bed to reach into my bag.

One…two…three…yup, there it is, the inevitable slap across my bare butt.

“And that’s whatIcan’t resist,” he says with a dirty chuckle.

“I never expect you to miss an opportunity,” I tell him and look at my phone. “Oh.”

The message isn’t work related at all.

“Everything okay?” Hugo asks, putting down his drink and wrapping his arms around me.

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