Page 114 of Passed Ball

I groan, heat licking down my spine. "First, tell me, do you like my hand here?" My thumb brushes her jaw lightly.

"Yes," she moans. "I want you to hold me there while I come."

She's brave and open-hearted with me, it's a connection I've never had with anyone else. The way she trusts me with her body is implicit. It's the same way I feel about handing my heart over to her.

"I'm close." My cock swells as I press my hips forward. Releasing her neck, she opens for me. I shorten my movements, and her mouth is all I need to tip me over the edge. She hums and that's it. I spill, coating her tongue.

When I pull back, a ribbon of my release hangs on to her plump lower lip. I swipe it away with my thumb, but her hand wraps around my wrist, pulling it back to her mouth and licking it clean.

It takes longer than it should for me to catch my breath considering I'm a professional athlete, but that's what it's like with Vivienne. She always leaves me feeling like I'm free falling. Once my breaths even out, I crawl down the bed and settle myself between her legs.

I hold up the black toy so she can see it. "Look what you did to this. Absolutely drenched."

I drop it on the bed before burying my tongue inside her, licking up every drop. When she pulses around my finger, I find her neck, holding her like she asked. Then she's calling out my name in that fractured way I love so much.

We shower off the mess we've made and crawl into bed together. Somewhere around three in the morning, after feeding Holland, I wake her up with my fingers before I sink inside her. If she's leaving me, even for a week, I want her to feel me while she's gone.

Sleep pulls her back under, but I stay awake, watching her until I lose the battle.

Morning comes too early, bringing with it a goodbye that has my stomach twisting after last night. I don't want her to leave.

It only takes a moment for the reality to sink in: I'm in bed, alone.

But when I see her suitcase still in the corner, the panic fades. She hasn't left yet.

Checking the clock, I know she only has a short time before she needs to leave for the airport, so I don't bother getting dressed. I slip on my briefs and go out searching for her.

Soft murmurs draw me to the open nursery door. Like last time, I stop in the doorway, watching her with my daughter. Vivienne drops her nose to Holland's head and her shoulders rise with a deep inhale.

"Goodbye, my sweet Estrela. I'll miss you while I'm gone." She holds her close, whispering to her. "Take care of your daddy until I get back."

The unexpectedly sweet moment hits me in the heart. This is everything I didn't think I had room for, but I want it more than anything and sooner or later I need to tell her.

I clear my throat from the door. "Do you have time for breakfast before you have to leave?"

She crosses the room to meet me, leaning into my side. "I can spare a few minutes for you."

I drop a kiss to Holland's head and press my palm to Vivi's back, leading her out of the room, down the stairs and to the kitchen.

Chapter 48

Vivienne

"How do you feel about omelets?" Xavier asks from the fridge.

"That depends, are you going to fold the veggies in or plop them on top?"

"Is this a trick question?"

I shrug, taking a seat at the island with Holland.

"Putting them on top isn't the right answer, is it?"

I sigh dramatically, looking down at the baby in my arms. "I think we found his flaw. And things were going so well."

He cracks the eggs, glancing over his shoulder. He looks so good like this--so comfortable and at home. It makes my heart skip a beat.

He clears his throat before he asks, "Are they going well?"

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