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“I did. I know he’s dying to show you his trophy.”

“A trophy? Wow. Our award-winning artist.”

The tears, which were threatening, spill down her cheeks and I act on instinct, leaning in and swiping them away with the pad of my thumb. She smiles up at me, melts under my touch. She’s the most radiant woman in the world, especially when she’s smiling at me like that.

For several weighted seconds, we stand like that, my hand on her cheek and hers closed around my wrist, staring at each other. I don’t really know who moves first. Maybe we move as one, as if it were agreed. Ready, set,kiss.

And when I kiss her, the anger, fear and guilt that have plagued me the past several days go away. The prevailing emotion which fills my chest is too powerful for them - love.

My lips move against hers as I wrap my free arm around her waist, squeezing her close until she gives a little gasp for air and then hurries to kiss me back.

Our bodies take over, knowing each other too well. Hunger flares. My cock grows hard as granite. When my hand slides from her face down her chest, I can feel the tight little bud of her nipple straining against her cami, begging for attention.Myattention. This woman is mine.

She gives a breathy laugh when I hoist her onto the kitchen table and kiss her with all the force of my craving for her. “Are we about to have makeup sex?”

I spread her legs and move more firmly between her thighs. “It wasn’t much of a fight but I’m always in favor of makeup sex.”

She bites sweetly at her bottom lip, runs her fingers through my hair and confesses, “I’ve never had makeup sex before.”

I don’t know why it turns me on so much, this reminder that Quinn’s only been in a couple of relationships and that apparently neither of them were lasting enough to include makeup sex at any point, but it does. She’s getting some mind-blowing makeup sex tonight.

“Well, since you were completely in the right with regards to our argument, I think I’ll have to have dinner first.”

She looks perplexed for half a second until my fingers hook into the waistband of her sleep shorts, preparing to drag them down her thighs so I can properly eat her out.

“Theo!” she exclaims, giggling and pushing my hands away. “Youcan’t! Not here. What would-”

I stop her mouth with another kiss, a passionate, possessive one, which soon turns her protest into a moan. She’s going to yield, I can tell. I may have been in the wrong but I feel like a winner until…

“Dad? Ms. Quinn?”

It’s a good thing my heart’s in better shape than my father’s because spinning around to see my son standing in the doorway, mouth agape and eyes wide over catching his father kissing the nanny would’ve put me in an early grave otherwise.

Thank fuck, I didn’t have a chance to undress her. And what the fuck was I thinking mauling her in the kitchen again?! Nearly getting caught here last time should’ve taught me better.

“Ryder…” I say, hastily wiping at my mouth.

His shocked expression morphs to one of wrath. “She’s not… you’re not supposed to… Howcouldyou?!” he screams with furious tears in his eyes before bolting back the way he came.

34- Quinn

By the time we got back home from the school, I was angrier than I’ve been in a long time. Telling myself that Ryder was the only one who had a right to be angry had worked initially but, as the night had worn on with no word from Theo, that had changed.

Ignoring my texts, not showing up for his kid without any warning, leaving me in this sudden ocean of worry alone with disappointed children and what my absent period might mean – how fucking dare he?

Like crowds, confrontations are not my thing. And yet, with Theo, the frustration had boiled over and poured forth without any of the usual accompanying nervousness. With Theo, I can be angry, lash out even, speak my mind and not fear it’ll ruin everything. We’ve not even defined this as anything more than casual but I’ve got to believe that means something.

And under the current of my anger, other matters were swirling around. Not only the mystery of my missing period – I’m not in total denial, I know I need to take a test ASAP – and Theo’s potential reaction to that but Mr. Carter’s offer as well. I could teach again. How would Theo feel about that?

I don’t know what to think for certain myself but there’d been a little spark of excitement on the ride home building inside me.

Of course, that wasn’t the only spark once Theo arrived.

Even my anger couldn’t outburn my desire for him. Does he know what he does to me just by standing there and looking so good? We’re like two magnets drawn together, have been from the start. I’ve missed him so much the past several days, all of him.

When I finally let him touch me, I wonder why I’d bothered resisting the force of that pull. My body had wanted nothing else from the moment he’d walked into the kitchen. And, nothing else matters when I’m in his arms, when we’re kissing, when I know he’s determined to make love to me even if it’s right here on the kitchen table.

“Dad? Ms. Quinn?”

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