Page 83 of Power Forward

There’s no stress lines or tension in his features. He looks so peaceful. Fully relaxed.

It’s wild how someone’s brain can play tricks on them like his does. How can someone so incredible as Hayden, who has the biggest fucking heart, feel like they’re not worthy enough?

My eyes burn, and I have to squeeze them closed to stop the tears from falling.

The love I have for this man is monumental. It exceeds the love I used to have for him. My heart is so fucking full of him it feels like it could burst from my chest. I’ll show him every day how much he is loved.

And I will prove to him every day that he is worthy and that he is enough.

Hayden’s eyes flicker open. He glances around, almost disorientated, before taking his glasses from where they were resting on his chest and slipping them back on.

“Sorry, I wasn’t supposed to fall asleep. When did you get home?”

“Just now,” I say quietly, leaning forward to take his lips in a gentle kiss. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

He kisses me back, all tired and pliant. “Mmm,” he murmurs without taking his mouth off mine. “I made you pasta. It’s in the oven to keep warm.”

“Thank you. Why don’t you get into bed, and I’ll join you once I’ve eaten?”

“I might take a shower, then I’ll wait for you in bed.” He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, and I groan. He trails his hand down my chest before resting at the juncture of my thighs. My cock begins to thicken in my pants as he skims his fingers over me teasingly. “We’ve gotta make the most of having the night to ourselves. Not having to worry about being quiet and waking any kids up.”

“I like the sound of that.”

He sits up and gives my quad a squeeze.

“Good. Eat up because you’re going to need your energy.”

After exchanging another heated kiss, he heads upstairs while I head into the kitchen. The pasta is still warm from being kept in the oven, and I try not to eat too fast. I don’t want to give myself indigestion, but I’m so eager to go upstairs and get my hands on him again. The sound of my en suite shower is like a new type of foreplay. Here’s me, rinsing my dish and drinking a glass of water while the man I love is upstairs, getting himself ready so I can explore his delectable body with my mouth before burying my dick deep inside of him.

I shiver and have to give my dick a squeeze to calm myself down.

When it’s time to head upstairs, I make sure to turn offthe lights and that the fire is out, then stop by the family bathroom to brush my teeth.

My room is lit by the small novelty lamp I keep in here for whenever the kids need to sleep with me. It projects a million stars onto the ceiling, creating a galaxy that is relaxing to watch.

“This is romantic,” I tease, but I like it. It sets a different tone to my bedside lamp.

Hayden’s propped up against my headboard, bare chest on show while the sheet covers his waist. His dark blond hair is still damp, making it look almost brunet.

But his gray eyes sparkle brightly from behind his glasses.

“I thought it was cute. I never would have put you down to be an astrophile.”

“I can’t say that I am, but it works when I need it.”

He hums, bobbing his head in understanding.

Standing at the foot of the bed, I don’t take my eyes off him as I flick open the clasp of my belt and pull it off in one smooth swoop.

His eyes turn heavy-lidded, lips parting slightly.

I undo my cuff links, then release each button one by one, slowly revealing my chest. I stop when I reach the top of my abs, earning a groan from Hayden.

Smirking, I drop my hands to the button of my pants. The imprint of my hardening cock is evident, but I don’t remove them, choosing to leave them unzipped and open. Tugging my shirt out the back, I continue my ministrations, parting the two halves once all the buttons are done to show off my naked chest.

“Take it off,” he demands.

Without a word, I slip the shirt off my shoulders and drop it onto the floor.

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