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"Got it."
I watched her change into her pajamas and kiss Aiden's forehead before heading for the door.
“Good night,” I said, thinking she was leaving.
"I'll be right back," she said.
A minute later, she was back holding a bottle of water. "For you." She placed the bottle on the nightstand. "You can use any of those pillows or all of them. Do you need anything else?”
I smiled and didn't speak. Instead, I took her hands. "Don't worry about me, Sabrina. I can take care of myself and our son." My voice came out hoarser than intended.
She shuddered and gazed at me. When her eyes fell on my lips, I didn't hesitate to kiss her. I had missed her. Our kiss deepened soon, and I couldn't stop my hands from touching her. Sabrina was equally passionate and squirmed against me with such urgency as if her body craved me. In our frenzy of passion, we knocked the water bottle off to the floor. It landed with a thud, followed by Aiden's whimper.
We pulled away and laughed softly. "I should go," she said, and then stamped a kiss on my cheek. "Good night."
"Good night." I watched her close the door, stifling my urge to go after her.
I used the bathroom briefly before going to bed. I lay beside Aiden, keeping a distance between us so I wouldn't wake him up. I watched his peaceful face. He looked much better than earlier. Unable to help myself, I stroked his cheek. His eyelids twitched a bit.
I was worried about the child, so I stayed awake for a long time before falling asleep. I woke in the middle of the night, feeling something nudging me. It took me a moment to recall where I was, and then when I opened my eyes, I saw Aiden snuggling up against me, muttering something in his sleep. I didn't hesitate to hold him and stroke his back. “Go back to sleep, sweetie. Daddy is here.” His breathing turned even soon after as he fell back to sleep.
Chapter 22
Sabrina
I woke when a streak of sunlight danced on my eyelids. It was eight in the morning. I took in my surroundings and recalled what had happened. And then I got up and went to my bedroom. I opened the door slowly, knowing the father and son were probably still sleeping. As soon as I did that, my heart melted at the cozy sight of Jackson cuddling Aiden. Both were still deeply asleep.
Smiling, I closed the door and went downstairs to make breakfast. I wasn't a great cook, but I could make wholesome breakfasts. I boiled some oatmeal and then scrambled some eggs.
I was making pancakes when Jackson appeared at the kitchen door in a t-shirt and boxers. His hair was tousled, and his scruff was longer than usual. My knees felt weak when he flashed me a smile. "Good morning, sunshine."
I giggled. Jeez. No one had called me sunshine for years. "Morning. How was your sleep?"
"Perfect. Aiden slept well, too. He’s still sleeping. What're you making? Smells so good."
"Almond pancakes. The coffee is ready."
He came to stand behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He nuzzled his nose on the nape of my neck as he purred softly. "You smell delicious too. Can I have you for breakfast instead?"
Holy shit. My hands trembled and I could hardly flip the damn pancakes. I squirmed and answered in a shaky voice, "You can't. I'm not food."
"Are you sure?" his hands traveled up and cupped my braless breasts. He muttered a curse as he stroked me, then kneaded me with greed. "These felt fantastic. I bet they taste great, too." His voice was strained, letting me know his hunger for me.
I ground on his hard-on as I transferred the pancakes onto a plate, and then I turned off the burner and turned to face him.
"You're a bad boy, Professor Hale." I then stood on tiptoes and kissed him.
Our lips frantically tasting each other, he carried me to the couch. He sat down, and I straddled him. He unbuttoned my pajama top and latched onto my breast, sucking it greedily as he molded the other one. “I was right. You’re delicious,” he said gruffly before consuming me again.
I squirmed on his lap, feeling his erection under the thin layers of our clothes.
My wetness leaked out of me and dampened my pants. My center ached for his touch. I didn't wait to stand up and remove the barriers between us. Soon I was back sitting on his lap, my bare bottom against his thighs. His cock was long and thick, ready for me. "I've got a condom in my wallet," he said.
But I didn't want him to leave me. "You could pull out." Shit.I’m making the same mistake again.But despite the warning, I didn’t change my mind.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Have you been with anyone else lately?”
