Page 105 of The Redemption of Remy St. Claire

“What about my pleasure?” He didn’t want her to go there. Not now. Not after what they’d shared

She interlaced her fingers through his. “You haven’t…you know.”

And here she was, doing exactly that. “Do you remember our agreement?”

Unsurprisingly, she shook her head. She’d been so goal-focused, was it any wonder she’d forgotten their deal?

“I only agreed to this because you promised tonight would be a journey of exploration. That we wouldn’t focus on goals or achievements. Tonight was always about you.”Please let her understand.

“That doesn’t sound fair.”

“You’ll learn, sweetheart, that enjoyment comes in all forms. When you had your orgasm, I damn near came apart myself. There’s a headiness in knowing you can give pleasure to someone else.” He needed to convince her that her joy had brought him satisfaction.

“So, if I reciprocate…”

“In a perfect world? You’ll feel as much bliss as I will.”

“What if I want that tonight?”

He placed a kiss on her shoulder. A chill had set in, so he snagged the comforter and pulled it over them. “You’re on a natural high right now. Please, just enjoy it. Bask in it. We can try other stuff another night.” As tempting as it’d be to take her up on her offer, he wouldn’t. She needed unencumbered remembrances of tonight. If they tried more and something went wrong, then all this could be for naught.

As if on cue, she yawned. “I guess we’ve had enough fun for one night.”

He leaned over and turned off the light.

Within moments, she was asleep.

His own oblivion was much slower in coming.

In the morning he snuck out of bed and found two expectant toddlers sitting outside his door.

“Daddy, where’s Remy?”

Mira’s question refocused him. The girls had been up extra early this morning, as if they’d known how late last night’d been for the adults. Somehow their internal radar knew when adults most needed rest, and they’d decided that was the moment to strike.

“She’s sleeping in. That’s why we’re being extra quiet.”

“Okay.”

Mira’s easy acceptance of everything helped things. Because, if he was honest with himself, he wasn’t so accepting. The world had turned on its axis last night.

Although he felt a rush of pleasure, a ripple of nerves followed. What if she had regrets? What if he pushed too hard?

As he cooked waffles, he considered. In some ways he hoped everything’d changed. And in others, he hoped they’d continue to make progress. Slow and incremental was just fine with him.

The bedroom door opening brought him from his reverie.

“Remy!” Mira ran over to her, Calleigh toddling behind. “We were extra quiet so you could sleep.”

Remy knelt, giving both girls a hug. “I appreciate that. I was pretty tired after last night.”

She looked at him and he relaxed. There was no hesitation in her eyes. No regrets. No second thoughts. In fact, she looked sated. The characteristic shyness he’d become accustomed to when he even hinted at intimacy wasn’t even present this morning.

She stood and headed over to the kitchen. “What’s the plan for today?”

“We’re going sliding.” Calleigh’s contribution.

Remy’s head snapped up and she looked out the kitchen window—almost a foot of fresh snow. “When did that happen?”

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