Page 108 of The Light to My Darkness (The Light to My Darkness 1)

I started running.

Twitch.

God, I needed something to hold on to.

With each step, I knew I should turn around. I knew everything that mattered was back in that hospital. But for some reason, I couldn't hold on to my family and friends. I needed air. I tried to breathe in the stale air of the city, but it was stifling.

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"How is she?" Porter asked as soon as I stepped out of the elevator in our apartment building.

"I need you to bring me the surveillance footage from when I was away."

"Okay. But, James, how is she?"

Could I trust him?

Twitch.

No. Someone had poisoned my wife. I had no idea who it was. "She's on life support."

Porter pressed his lips together and shook his head. "And what about the baby?"

What about the baby? That baby was part of the reason why my wife was lying in the hospital unresponsive. "Just get me the footage." I brushed past him and opened the door to our apartment.

I closed my eyes as soon as the door closed and breathed in the smell of our home. I could imagine Penny lifting her head from the book she was reading in the kitchen. A smile spreading over her face as she dropped it on the counter. Me pushing her back, taking her against the granite.

My eyes flashed open and I quickly walked through the foyer, kitchen, and hall. I pushed open the door to her office and closed my eyes again. It smelled more like her than the rest of the house. It was almost like she was here with me. The memory came in a flash.

"James, I'm writing," Penny said and tried to swat me away.

I continued to kiss the side of her neck. I knew exactly what she had been writing about. I had been reading every word in the other room. She was writing about me fucking her against a tree in the middle of the golf course. It made me hard just thinking about it.

She hadn't started to show yet, pregnant with our second child. Her hair was in a knot on the top of her head and she was biting her lip as she concentrated. So fucking beautiful. I kissed the side of her neck again.

"James, I need to focus. I've barely written a thing today. And Scar will be home soon."

All of that was true. But she had just written about my cock fucking her sweet pussy. And reading about it didn't do it justice. I needed to feel her. I wanted to reminisce too.

"Baby, I'm so fucking hard for you."

She laughed. "Can't you wait a few hours until we've put Scarlett to sleep?"

I ran my hand down the front of her tank top and hooked my fingers around her waistband.

She tried to slap me away again.

"Baby, I don't want to wait." I moved my hand lower, brushing my fingers against her clit. "And it doesn't really feel like you want to either."

She moaned.

"What exactly are you writing about? You're so fucking wet." I bit her earlobe.

"James."

I slid a finger inside of her.

"Fine, you win." She tilted her head back and gave me that smile that always seemed to stop my heart. "Scar's going to be home any minute, though. You better get busy."

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