Page 61 of Silver Fox's Secret Baby

When the credits rolled, there was a knock on my door. Checking my watch, it was nearly nine. I looked through the peephole. Samantha.

I opened the door. “Is everything okay?”

"Can we talk?"

Something about her demeanor made me want to say no. Like she had bad news for me. “Of course. Come in.”

She stepped in. “You asked about Pax's father and I didn’t—”

“It’s none of my business, Samantha.” The truth was, I didn't want to know. I didn't want to think about another man having been with her, sharing in the creation of the beautiful little boy who'd captured my heart.

“But it is—”

I pressed my finger to her lips. “I don’t need to know.” My heart clenched at the feel of her soft lips. “God, Samantha, how you make me want you. You drive me mad with it.”

Her eyes were soft, and I wondered if she was taking pity on me. “This is important.”

I shook my head, desperation bubbling up. “I see you and all I want to do is kiss you, touch you. I know all the reasons we can’t, but right now, we’re away from it. It’s just us here and now. While we’re here, can we give in to it?”

She looked at me, and I was sure she was going to say no. “Is that what you really want?”

“Yes.” I wanted a moment in time where we could be all that we could be to each other without the outside world butting in.

"Okay.”

In an instant, my lips were on hers and I’d pressed her against the door. Need gnawed at me, but it wasn’t just lust. It was a need to make her mine. I knew it wouldn’t happen. At least not in the long run. But she could be mine here and now. I let myself get lost in her, the rest of the world dissipating.

I swept her up in my arms, carrying her to my bed. “Give me all of you tonight, Samantha. Don’t hold back.”

I looked down on her as I laid her on the bed, wanting her to surrender to this thing between us if only for this moment.

She nodded and reached up to me. Relief flooded me, followed by a complete opening of my heart. Words of love lingered on the tip of my tongue, but I held them back. I would love her, but only through my touch.

I undressed her, savoring every inch of her body, searing it into my mind so that I’d never forget. The more I let myself drown in her, the more I realized that I’d never get beyond her. She was a part of me, would always be a part of me.

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Samantha

How many times had I told myself I couldn’t get caught up in Henry, only to find myself in his arms? Too many times. And here I was again, not just caught up but actively seeking him. He’d asked for this moment in time to give in to this pull between us, and I’d agreed even as my conscience told me it was wrong on so many levels. The only reason I’d come to Henry’s room tonight was to tell him the truth about Pax.

The day had been beyond perfect. The laughter we shared and the way Pax's eyes lit up with excitement when he saw something new... it all felt like a beautiful dream that I knew couldn't last. My chest tightened as I recalled Henry asking about Pax's father, his sharp blue eyes filled with curiosity. My heart had raced with dread at that moment. I’d been relieved when he’d backed off from the question, but after today, there was no way I couldn’t tell Henry the truth. He was amazing with Pax, and Pax clearly adored him. So I’d come over to confess and hoped to God that Henry would understand why I made the choice I had and that somehow, we could work something out.

But he wouldn’t listen and I gave up trying. Instead, I was in his bed as his lips and hands revered my body. Electricity surged through my body at his touch. It occurred to me that after I told Henry the truth, his feelings for me could change. He could resent me. Hate me. This moment could be the last time I’d be with him like this, and I decided I’d make the most of it. Through my touch, I’d show him how I felt, how much I admired and loved him.

My fingers tangled in his thick silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting to meld into him.

“God, Samantha... you have no idea what you do to me."

"Show me.” I pulled him closer, needing to feel the raw connection as deeply as possible.

His hands roamed over my body, leaving trails of heat in their wake. It was as if he knew every inch of me, every secret desire that lay hidden beneath the surface.

“I need to be inside you—”

“Yes.” I opened for him, inviting him to take what he wanted. He started to roll away, and I groaned in frustration.

“Condom,” he said by way of explanation.

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