Page 159 of Accidental Theirs
“I’m not upset, sweetheart. Just worried about the merger.”
Her eyes widen as he exits the room.
“Sebastian, the merger. Shit, I almost forgot. What happened? The board meeting?”
I place a finger across her lips gently. “Relax with the rapid-fire questions. I’ll tell you everything.”
She nods, taking a deep breath through her nostrils.
“The meeting was just a precaution.”A warning.“They wanted to know when Dom would be finished with the financial review, that’s all.”
“And what did he say? We need time.” Panic laces her voice.
“We got some time.” I know it’s not a real answer, but she doesn’t need the stress of knowing we only have five business days to get this figured out.
She bites her lip but doesn’t respond, and I get under thecovers, sliding into bed with her fully clothed except for my suit jacket and shoes, which I discarded at the door.
She puts her head on my chest immediately, and I wonder if she can feel my heart beating too hard against my breastplate.
“Are you okay? It’s unusual that you talk about Sophie.”
A tiny arrow pierces my heart. “Honestly, I should talk about her more. I don’t want... I would hate it if she was... forgotten.”
“You’ll never forget her, Bash. That much is clear.”
“I just miss her so much sometimes. I guess the baby is bringing everything up.”
Olivia sits up, sitting cross-legged and looking at me.
“Did she want kids?”
“Someday. We didn’t really have time to talk about it. She got sick and declined so quickly.”
“Did you want them?”
My heart aches more, but I push through, knowing that talking about it will help.
“Someday. With Sophie. Never with anyone else.”
“Do you think the baby will cramp your style?”
I snort. “Of course, it will, but I’m not afraid of that. I’m in this, Olivia. I’ll be there for you and the baby, no matter what. We’re friends, right?”
Something flashes across her face. “Sure. Friends.”
I can’t help it.
There’s something about the way she looks at me, her lip pouty from kissing, her face flushed after her romp with Damien. Something inside me wants to show her that I’m better, some streak of competition and a dose of jealousy.
I lean forward and kiss her, pulling her closer and then covering her with my body, rutting against her thigh.
She moans into my mouth, her nails on my shoulders making me gasp.
“Bash, please, I’m so ready, you wouldn’t understand.”
I chuckle and slide my hand between her legs, my eyes widening at how slick she is.
I groan, pumping two fingers in and out of her.
