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Her heart squeezed as his lips found hers again. It was the kiss that did it. The tender caress of his lips while he filled her, deeper than anyone had ever filled her before. It was official. She was head over heels.

Her orgasm burst through her again, and she cried out. Mitch flexed against her, his gaze intense as he watched her. He gave a gruff cry and stilled, his hips jerking as he came. They lay in sated silence for a few moments, their heavy breaths the only sound between them.

His forearms bulged as he braced himself against the mattress and then rolled off her. He immediately scooped her into his arms, bringing her body flush against his.

She giggled, sinking into the spoon. Now this was nice.

He buried his face in the back of her hair. “Mmmm.”

“Mm-hmm.” Words were still beyond her. With this level of satisfaction pulsing through her, it might be a while until she could string words together.

“Mrghhh.”

“Mmrrrm.”

Mitch kissed the top of her head. “That settles it then. Best sex ever.”

Her eyes drifted shut, that perma-grin back out to play on her lips. “Definitely.”

16

JULES

Friday

Jules’s memories of her epic orgasms were one of the few things keeping her going today. That along with way too much caffeine and an overindulgence in chocolate.

Children and Family Services had had no luck yet in tracking down Noelle’s family. Someone from the police department had stopped by to get her footprints with the hopes that they might be trackable through hospital records, but they’d yet to hear back. And no one seemed particularly interested in placing the baby with a different family, which was partly to do with the fact that the little girl was officially sick with a cold, which meant she couldn’t join the hotel daycare and the only nanny available went home sick. So Jules spent the last two days fretting over the sick little girl, every little cry or whimper jerking her focus from any task at hand.

At least the gala planning was almost complete. The tables were already set up and the seat assignments were finalized. The chef had put together a tasting sampler of the planned menu and Jules, along with Rose, Patrick and a few other employees sat down with her to taste all the food, but a couple of the dishes weren’t quite right and Jules couldn’t explain why. Then a younger man, who looked a lot like Mitch, showed up. He introduced himself as Mitch’s cousin Chris. Jules had been shocked to meettheChef Chris. He’d agreed with her assessment and popped into the hotel kitchen and a few minutes later, came out with an alternative selection of appetizers and an amazing vegetable side dish that Jules had fallen in love with, it was so tasty.

As appreciative as she was for his help, she was missing Mitch. He’d been leaving the penthouse before she awoke, only returning in the late evening after both Jules and Noelle had headed to bed. Both Rose and Patrick told her this was typical for the future CEO, which probably explained why the man didn’t have a family beyond the temporary one currently residing in his penthouse. A family he’d spent very little time with the past two days.

By six p.m. on Friday, she was craving another slow, intimate night with him so badly she could cry. But Noelle was as fussy as ever and only wanted to be held, so the romantic sex-a-thon would have to wait.

“Oh, honey.” Jules patted Noelle’s back after her latest bottle. Her little nose was stuffed up and she couldn’t breathe very well, which only frustrated her more. Jules sank back onto the couch, a sigh escaping her as her eyes fluttered shut.

Maybe, if Noelle calmed enough, they could both snag a nap.

That would be wondrous.

Almost too wondrous to imagine.

The front door opened, and Jules perked up. It had to be Mitch, which signaled sweet, sweet relief. She could hand over fussy Noelle, and either sleep or get some work done. Probably sleep, if she was honest. Oh, how lovely that would be.

“Anybody home?” Mitch walked into the living room a moment later, a big smile on his face. It dimmed slightly as he approached them. “You okay?”

She groaned, dropping her head back on the couch. “So exhausted. It’s been a rough day.”

Mitch frowned, reaching out to run his fingers over Noelle’s head. “She still sick?”

“Not getting any better. And I need to sleep. At least for an hour. Are you ready to take her?”

Mitch’s frown deepened. “I can’t. I just stopped back to change for my next meeting. I’ve got an investor arriving in fifteen minutes.”

Jules ground her teeth, unable to stop the annoyed sigh from bursting past her lips. “Seriously? You’ve been unavailable for the past two days. I thought we were in this together.”

“We are,” Mitch insisted. “But this stuff is non-negotiable. I can’t bail on this meeting to play with the baby.”

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