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I lean in and kiss him on the forehead. “The baby will be okay. I promise. You’ll be a great dad.”
His eyes slip away from mine, and he makes a noncommittal noise.
“Mason.”
Those stunning green eyes come back to mine. “Yes?”
“Are you okay?”
“Of course,” he says, but he’s lying. I can tell that now.
“I think we should talk—”
“I think you should kiss me.” Mason stands up, lifting me in his arms. He bends his head to kiss me as he walks us toward the door.
“I could have kissed you in your office.”
“I’d rather kiss you in bed.”
CHAPTER TWO
Mason
I pull my shirt over Charlotte’s head, revealing her body to me.
Jesus, she’s beautiful. I’ve never seen another woman I wanted more. And it’s not just how she looks. It’s how she feels underneath my palms. Soft, like sunshine.
I thought those things were over for me after I fell out of that building. I thought I was done with all the good things in life. There was nothing for me but pain and struggle. Even when I had money, everything still hurt.
And then I met Charlotte. Fell for her. Married her.
Got her pregnant.
The pregnancy is doing incredible things to her. Charlotte has wanted me from the moment we first met, but it’s heightened now. Her fingernails sink into my skin when I lay her on our bed.
Ourbed. The bed we share together. The bed she wakes up in every morning and goes to sleep in every night, next to me.
She’s a miracle I never thought I would have. I never allowed myself to see past the idea of revenge until she walked into my life and saved me.
Charlotte Van Kempt was the one who pulled me out of that burning building and into the fresh, clean air. I won’t pretend it wasn’t a struggle. I made it hard for her, because that’s all I knew how to do. I’d fought for every minute of my life since I survived the fall, and for a while, I fought her too.
She’s stronger than I ever could have imagined. A sweet little thing like Charlotte shouldn’t have been able to pull me out ofthat darkness, but she did. She saved me and kept on saving me, even when I tried to push her away.
I wish she could save me from this nagging, crushing worry, but she can’t.
I’ll let her distract me for tonight. I can’t help it. When she came into my office in nothing but my shirt, my whole body responded. I was hard the moment I saw her and when she sat in my lap, I thought I’d explode.
Charlotte presses her face into my neck with a little moan and spreads her legs. Her thighs shake with anticipation, and I’ve hardly touched her.
When my fingers meet flesh, she moans again. Less controlled this time. A little louder. Jameson and Remy are both home tonight, but I don’t cover her mouth. I want to hear every sound she makes.
Because all this talk about the baby has my stomach in knots. Myheartin knots. It makes me think of time running short. Of running out.
I push two fingers inside her and curl them. Her body curls with the motion, quick little pulses squeezing my fingers.
“Christ, sweet thing. Why didn’t you just tell me what you wanted?”
“I wanted you,” she pants.
