Page 154 of One Wrong Move

“Your brother?” she asks carefully. “What about him?”

I sigh. “He wasn’t happy, either. But so what? He understood, and I told him I’d find us another connection. A better one.”

“Oh. That’s good, right?”

“It is.” I raise an eyebrow at her. “Just a year ago, Alec would have reacted differently. But he’s gone and fallen head over heels in love, and takes his job slightly less seriously now.”

She smiles. “He has? That’s great. Sounds unlike him, from what you’ve told me.”

“It is. He even asks me more personal questions now on our phone calls. Sometimes, at least. It’s not all about business,” I say. I still chat with Connie most weeks—checking in, hearing about her life. We’ve always had an easy relationship, a good one, but Alec was never one for unnecessary chitchat.

“Have you met her?” Harper asks. “His girlfriend?”

I kiss Harper’s shoulder. Her skin is soft beneath my lips, and fragrant. “Mm-hmm. She’s Connie’s best friend, so they’ve known each other for years.”

“Wait. Your sister?”

“Yes.”

“God, a lot to keep track of.” Harper slides her hand into my hair, fingers twisting gently. “And you have a niece, too? And a nephew?”

“Yes to both. And I don’t think it’ll be long before Connie and Gabriel start up their own baby factory.”

Harper chuckles. “You make it sound so romantic.”

“I’m a titan of industry, what can I say? Manufacturing is sexy as hell.”

I fold the cover back, inch by inch, until her tits are fully uncovered. Push up onto my elbow to get a better look, and she smiles at me, tiny dimples appearing in her cheeks.

“Admiring the view?” she murmurs.

“Always.” I tweak one of her nipples, lightly, and feel it harden. Fuck, she’s so beautiful. My chest hurts just looking at her. The words want to slip out. All of them. How much I’ve wanted her for years. Not that I simply found her attractive… but that I saw her first.

That I’ve loved her ever since.

Not yet, I think. Still too soon. Paris and Dean were just last weekend. We’re not in a rush. If I could freeze time, here—in this bed, during a summer day with a smiling Harper… I just might.

I bend down and kiss her left breast. Suck her nipple into my mouth and worry it between my teeth.

She sighs softly and threads her fingers through my hair. “Do you want kids? Like the manufacturer you are?”

The question, while I’m touching her like this, while her naked body is resting right under mine, sends a shot of liquid heat down my spine. My cock hardens in an instant against the linen sheet.

Imagining Harper pregnant with my child. Imagining trying to get her pregnant…

Having unprotected sex with her this week has been the best carnal experience of my life. I didn’t know that was a kink I had, something I craved, until her. Until this.

I groan with her nipple still in my mouth.

Harper chuckles, stroking down my neck and over my shoulders. “I can’t hear you, Connovan.”

I lift my head. “Yes. I do.”

Her eyes are soft. “You’d be a good dad.”

“Yeah?”

“Mm-hmm.”

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