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“Done.”
She held up a hand. “We need to figure this out together. But please know this: I have to be a priority. You are dedicated to your work, and I respect that. But I won’t ever be a corporate widow again. I won’t ever beg for scraps of attention.”
I scooted over and hauled her into my lap again. “Never fucking ever,” I growled. “I’m not perfect, and I work a lot, but do not think for one second that you and the girls will not be my top priority.”
She leaned forward, resting her forehead against mine, and closed her eyes. For a moment, we stayed like that, just breathing.
Eventually, I cleared my throat and pulled back. “Please trust me when I say that I’m nothing like him. I’m all in, happy to go at whatever speed you set. I want to do what’s best for you and the girls.”
“Thank you.” Her body relaxed in my arms. “They adore you, but I don’t expect you to be a surrogate father to them. They have a father. He sucks, but you don’t have to replace him. They’re fine with our family the way it is.”
My heart broke. Those kids deserved a hell of a lot more than Kenneth.
“You’re right,” I said. “They don’t need Kenneth because theyhave you. And they’ve got the support of our little Jersey City family and your family in Vermont. They’re lucky kids. I’d just be grateful to be part of their lives.”
“Thank you.” Sniffling, she threw her arms around me and buried her face in my neck.
“I would never dream of replacing Kenneth. He occupies his own circle of hell. But instead of being a replacement dad, can I just be their Brian?”
Head tilted, she frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I want to be the guy who builds Legos, who helps with math homework and loves Lake Paige dance parties. Think that’s possible?”
A single tear rolled down her cheek, followed by another and another. “Yes. I think they need a Brian.”
I kissed her gently as my heart swelled. “Then I will work tirelessly to be the Brian of their dreams.”
Chapter 36
Brian
Having Jess in my bed—my actual bed—was a dream come true. A king with a cognac leather headboard and Egyptian cotton sheets. In my bedroom in my house. The house I’d bought so many years ago for reasons I couldn’t articulate at the time.
Those reasons were crystal clear now. I bought it because I was waiting for her.
And she was finally here. We had two days together before she had to pick up her kids, two days before I needed to be in the office. And I intended to make the most of every single second.
“This bed is unfairly comfortable,” she complained, lying back, her hair fanning out over the pillow.
“Don’t get too comfy.” I crawled up the length of her body to kiss the sliver of stomach exposed by her tank top. “I have plans.”
She looked down at me with a grin. “As long as those plans involve orgasms and this bed, and possibly some snacks, I’m game.”
“Excellent.” I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her leggings and slowly pulled them down a few inches and kissed her exposed stomach.
She gasped under me, and I relished the freedom I’d been givento touch her exactly the way I wanted to. To take my time and savor her the way she deserved. To prove to her that I was all in. I’d never been good with words, but my cock could usually be counted on to step up when needed.
“Stop,” she said sharply.
Immediately, I froze, my heart thumping heavily.
“Sit up,” she commanded. “You always get to play. Now it’s my turn.”
I obeyed, getting comfortable as she shimmied out of her leggings in front of me, revealing her bare pussy. She tugged off her sports bra next and tossed it on the ground, leaving her completely naked. And all mine.
“Stand up.” She scooted to the end of the bed and reached for my shorts.
I stood, heart pounding, and let her ease my shorts down. As she freed me from my clothing, my cock sprang to attention, already achingly hard for her.
