Page 188 of Wicked Fantasies

It was amazing to her how clearly she could recall that night. Half the time, she struggled to remember what had happened the week before and yet, she could remember the night they’d created Jenna like it happened yesterday instead of nineteen years earlier. “You pulled me into your arms and kissed me.”

Troy nodded. “I said, ‘Let’s make a baby girl.’”

“And we did,” she replied.

“And we did.” The look Troy gave her was so reverent, so filled with gratitude she had to swallow past the lump in her throat. “Of course, you got pregnant during the first damn attempt, fertile Myrtle.”

Faith laughed. “Yep, you thought you were gonna start getting sex all the time.”

“Instead, two weeks later, I was holding your hair while you threw up your breakfast.”

She shrugged. “Morning sickness sucked.”

“I know you miss the kids.”

His words caught her unaware and all she could do was nod.

“I know I’ve been working long hours lately with the Higgins’ project. I wish I could be home more, Faith.”

She closed her eyes, shook her head. “No, your work matters, Troy. I understand that.”

His face darkened and she saw shades of the same anxiety he’d displayed yesterday at the diner when he looked at her engagement ring and again in the truck when he revealed his concerns about their first time. “I leave you alone too often.”

“I’m a big girl, babe. I have lots of friends, lots of hobbies. I don’t expect you to entertain me 24/7.”

“Even so?—”

“Even so, nothing. Troy, you’ve devoted your life to climbing the ladder in that company so you could help provide a good life for me and the kids, so you could afford to put them through college. Now you have a chance to become part owner and believe me, there’s nothing I want more than to see you accomplish that goal. I’m so proud of you, of all you’ve done. So no more about this leaving me alone too much. I’m not lonely—honest.”

He narrowed his eyes and she knew he didn’t believe her words, so she tried to clarify them. “I mean there are times when I feel a bit alone, but that’s true of every single person on earth. I know I’ve been a bit blue lately, but my girlfriends who’ve had kids go off to college say my feelings are normal and that they’ll pass. It’s empty-nest syndrome. It’s as simple as that.”

“Problem is I don’teverwant you to feel alone, even for a minute.”

She smiled at his sweet words and leaned forward. “Then I guess you’re just going to have to make sure I have lots of red-hot memories to keep me warm for those times when you can’t be around.” She kissed him, knowing her words had struck a chord when Troy quickly took charge of her lips, pushing her back on the quilt and coming over her.

They kissed for several moments, content to simply explore and enjoy each other’s mouths, lips. When Troy pulled away, he rested his forehead against hers.

“You know, I think I can deliver on those spicy memories.”

She grinned. “I know you can.”

Troy looked around the room and then back at her. “Seems to me there’s no time like the present. Stay there. Don’t move.”

He rose, standing as she reclined at his feet. As she watched, he shed his pants and boxers, but left his T-shirt on. She licked her lips when the image of his erect cock emerged from the denim and she started to rise up on to her elbows.

He shook his head. “I said don’t move.” His voice had taken on the commanding tone of the previous night and she went wet at the sound.

“I want to take my clothes off,” she said, when he knelt beside her. “I want to suck your cock.”

“No, not this time.” He reached down and unhooked the button on her pants, pulling down the zipper. “Lift your hips.”

She obeyed and he helped her shimmy her jeans and panties off as she remained lying on the blanket.

“Roll over,” he directed. “Get up on your hands and knees.”

She followed his directive, curious about his intentions.

“I like the idea of fucking you from behind while we’re both half dressed.”

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