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I come with a small shout, burying my face into her neck as I spill inside of her.
Chapter Nine
Kylie
I’m still trembling as I crawl back into bed with Max. I cannot believe what I’ve done. I not only let Pace fuck me on his office desk, I begged him to do it harder.
Oh dear, God.
I bury my face in my shaky hands. And worst of all is that I’m still smiling, and I want to do that again and again. I know I’ve fought it hard and tried to convince myself that this man doesn’t fit into our lives, but at every turn, he proves me wrong.
After our intimate encounter in his office, he grabbed a handful of tissues to clean up his essence that was running down my thighs. Then we’d redressed in silence, the weight of what we’d just done sinking in. He kissed me goodnight in the hallway and then headed to the couch while I retreated to the safety and comfort of his bedroom. Which is where I am now.
Max is still sound asleep, thank goodness, oblivious to what just took place.
My cell phone chimes signaling a new text, and even though my limbs are heavy with sleep, and I’m sure it’s no one important, I reach blindly toward the bed side table until my fingers close around it.
It’s Pace.
Goodnight, Moon.
How two simple words placed together on the screen can make me feel so much, I have no idea. The way his eyes stayed on me while I read the story to Max is a feeling I will never forget. It makes me feel like I’m beautiful, not just as a mother, but as a woman.
I tuck the phone under the pillow and drift off into a peaceful sleep, thankful for Pace’s presence in our lives.
Little did I know that everything would change the following day.
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The morning starts with Pace getting ready for work quietly while Max and I sleep in his bed. Well, Max sleeps and I drift in and out to the sounds of the shower running, to the scent of aftershave wafting from the steam-filled bathroom. I rest quietly with a smile on my mouth remembering last night.
When Pace steps out of the walk-in closet, he’s dressed in navy suit pants, and a crisp white shirt with a gray tie. He looks smart, and put together and ready to take on the world. I’m reminded of his proclamation that he could take care of us both-me and Max. I imagine what it would be like to welcome a man like him home every evening. Someone to eat with, play with, and daydream about the future with.
I swallow a lump in my throat at the sudden rush of emotion threatening to overwhelm me.
“You’re staying right?” Pace whispers.
I nod. “Yes. What time will you be home?”
“Mondays after work I normally meet my brothers for a drink. It’ll just be me and Collins. I can cancel,” he says.
“No, go. It’s fine. I’m used to this, remember?”
“Yes, but not one-handed, you’re not. I’ll be home by eight.”
We keep our voices low in an attempt not to wake a sleeping Max.
“Okay,” I say. “Have a good day.”
“You too.” He leans down and kisses my forehead, then looks thoughtfully at Max and does the same to him.
He doesn’t mention last night, and I don’t know what I expected him to say, but the fact that he doesn’t acknowledge it at all makes me feel uneasy. Did last night mean as much to him as it did to me?
I want to pull him down onto the bed with me and tell him that last night was amazing, but I don’t. Instead, I watch him leave from my warm spot in the bed and wonder what he’s thinking.
Later, I shower, careful to keep my cast dry, catch up on some work, and play with Max. But then something strange happens around lunchtime.
Elan calls.
Utterly shocked, I ignore it, but he proceeds to call seven more times.
On the eighth phone call, I pick up, thinking something terrible must have happened. I have no idea why he’d be trying to get ahold of me.
“Hello?”
“Kylie…” His voice is immediately familiar and comforting.
I hate it.
“Elan? What’s going on? Has something happened?” I ask, ignoring the feelings that flood my system when he speaks my name.
“Yes.” He releases a heavy sigh and pauses. “I’ve made a terrible mistake.”
I listen, waiting for him to continue, my eyes on Max where he plays on the carpet at my feet.
“You, and my … my son… I…” his voice cracks.
“How did you know it was a boy?” I ask.