Page 59 of Silver Fox's Secret Baby

Her head flew back, and her body went taut. Watching her come was the most beautiful vision I could imagine. But it was short-lived as my body responded to her gripping my cock hard. I bucked up and yelled out as my release consumed me. We moved together, as we had in the past, as if we’d been made for each other.

The storm subsided, and Samantha fell against me. Her eyes were closed, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. I banded my arms around her, not wanting her to make an escape. I wanted to tell her then all that was in my heart, to confess my love and ask her to stay. But I was a fucking coward. Fear held me back. Not just the same old concerns about Victoria and my business, but fears of Samantha’s rejection. She might have fucked me, but that didn’t mean she loved me. Why would she after what I’d done to her five years ago? She wouldn’t allow herself to be hurt again. This was just sex for her.

She sighed and sat back. We looked at each other, and in the aftermath of lust lay awkwardness.

“I guess I should go back to my room.”

“I guess.” God, I wanted her to stay.

"Right..." Slowly, she untangled herself from my embrace and started dressing. Watching her dress felt like a dagger through my heart. I fought the urge to beg her to stay the night, to live out the fantasies I'd held onto for far too long.

She started toward the door.

A desperate idea formed in my mind, a last-ditch effort to keep Samantha close. “Samantha?”

She paused, turning slightly to face me.

"Tomorrow... Why don't we take the day off? We can take Pax to the Tar Pits."

Her hesitation was palpable. She wasn’t going to outright regret the sex or reject me, but she also wasn’t going to go full-throttle into this connection between us.

"I don't know."

"Please."I hated how desperate I felt. "I want to spend time with you and Pax, get to know him better."

She flinched, and I began to wonder if her hesitation wasn’t so much because of this difficult situation between us but because she didn’t want me growing close to Pax.

“I have work—”

“Then let me take him. I know that you and me... well...” I couldn’t say the words that would dismiss what was in my heart. “I care about Pax. I’d like to be his friend.”

She looked away, and again, I wondered what that was about. Then she sighed. “Yes, okay. We’ll spend the day with you.”

I didn’t feel as happy about that as I’d have liked, mostly because I could tell she would have preferred to say no. Still, I accepted it.

“Great. I’ll pick you and Pax up tomorrow. We’ll go to breakfast and then to the Tar Pits. Maybe to the beach too.”

She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “We’ll be ready.”

When she left, I blew out a breath. What fuck was wrong with me? I was a decisive businessman. So why couldn’t I be like that with Samantha? Why couldn’t I just let her go and move on? Why wasn’t I brave enough to deal with the potential fallout from loving her?

For a moment, I resented her for making me like this, but then I chastised myself for it. It wasn’t her fault I was a coward.

The next morning,after coffee, a shower, and dressing, I headed over to Samantha’s suite, knocking on the door.

“Yay, he’s here!” Pax’s voice echoed through the door. I smiled, pleased that someone was happy to see me.

The door opened, and while Samantha smiled, it was like last night, lacking in enthusiasm.

"Ready for our day off?" I asked.

"Absolutely.” She turned back inside. "Marie, we’re leaving. Enjoy your day."

“Will do.”

"Hey, buddy, want to see some dinosaurs today?" I asked Pax as we made our way through the hotel lobby.

"Yay, dinosaurs!" His excitement was contagious, and I couldn't help but smile.

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