Page 105 of Undeniably Corrupt
“Better.”
“—and a month or so later, we found out I was pregnant. I told you some of this already. It happened right at the same time his company transferred him to Boston. He asked me to go with him, and I was a single, pregnant woman taking night classes to get my prerequisites done, and he was offering me a future. I said yes because of Hazel.”
“You didn’t love him?”
“No.” I can’t lie to myself anymore about that. I never lovedhim. It’s only ever been this guy for me, and that terrifies me like nothing else.
His hand tickles my belly again, and I like that he’s doing that. My tits and pussy are both right there for him, but he’s touching my belly in soft, sweet caresses, and it might be the best thing a man has ever done to me.
“Have you ever thought about leaving Boston?” I parry.
He hitches a shoulder. “Not really. It’s where my friends are, and my parents have a place in the city too. It’s where the company is. Boston is home.”
“Not Maine,” I state, not bothering to ask it as a question.
“Not Maine,” he confirms. “I like it there. It’s beautiful and quiet, but it’s a bit too quiet for me. And there are too many memories.”
I look away from him, down at his chest. He has no clue, but I want to tell him. Especially after his comment about how he blames himself for Cassian’s death. He’s not to blame. Neither is poor Cassian. But if I tell him, then I bring him into the darkness of my life, and I don’t want him there. I don’t want that for him.
He’s already done so much for me, and the thought of putting him in any danger makes my stomach twist.
“Do you like running Monroe Securities?” I ask instead, redirecting us once again.
“Sometimes. Business is business, and that’s never been my favorite thing.”
We’re both dancing around so many unsaid things right now. His secrets and mine, and there’s no breaching them. No traversing this divide.
“What about you?” he asks as he reaches for me, scoops his arms around me, and rolls us so I’m on his chest and his arms are around my lower back, holding me close. “Do you like working there?”
“I do actually.” I prop myself up on him so I can see his faceand play with his hair, which loves to flop onto his forehead. “I like the people I work with. Well, minus my hot, sexy boss. He’s a bit of a tyrant, but I know how to work him.”
“Oh? How’s that?”
“He likes the way I kiss him.” I drop my lips to his and give him a deep, swirling kiss that makes me dizzy.
“He does,” he confirms, a little breathless the way I am. “He loves it actually. What else?”
“He’s a softy for my smile.” And my kid. And he makes it so that I have to fight him so I don’t fall for him.
“Melts like ice cream in the summer over it. What else you got?”
Damn him. I smile like the teenage girl all over again, but I go angsty and roll my eyes to show my disdain. “He’s possessive and protective.”
“Always will be, Angel. I make no apologies for that.”
“I hate that Alesha is a bitch and wants you.”
He smiles. “Still jealous of her, huh?”
I tug his hair. “Nope. Why would I be jealous? I mean, it’s not as though she’s an older, beautiful, smart woman or anything.”
“Glad to hear you’re not. She’s got nothing on you.”
“Better not.”
His neck arches up, and he kisses the corner of my lips. “You’re the one I want, Angel. No one else.”
With his hands in my hair, he brings my mouth back down to his, and he shows me once again how I’m the one he wants.
