Page 52 of Baby Me

She was too good for me. I wondered what I’d done in my life that was so great to have deserved her. But I closed my eyes as she had asked and dreamt about the two of us celebrating a miracle. I knew I had to be right about Kate. Now I just had to proveit.

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For the nextforty-eight hours I focused like I’d never focused in my life before because the best thing I could give Kate this Christmas was something she wasn’t expecting. They say that women have fierce instincts, and they may be right for the most part, but Kate’s was off. She was too focused on me to have noticed the changes in her that I’dseen.

She adjusted her nightgown and grinned before slipping intobed.

“Why are you wearing a Santa hat?” sheasked.

I put my arm around her and brought her closer to my body. “I was hoping that Santa could come early thisyear.”

“Looks like you’re getting back to your normal selfquickly.”

“Thanks to you, I am. I missed you, Kate.” I kissed her shoulder and maneuvered my way up to that nook in her neck, the one that when kissed made her squirm in myarms.

“Are you coming on to me?” She giggled. How come I’d never noticed before how wonderfully cheerful her giggle sounded? It carried pure happiness with eachnote.

“What if I am coming on toyou?”

“I don’t want you to exert yourself, Santa. Christmas Eve is tomorrow, and from what I hear, your family likes to celebrate it in the evening instead of Christmas Daymorning.”

“I think I’ve had enough time to rest. Have I told you how much in awe I am ofyou?”

“Maybe a hundred times or so.” She shrugged with innocence as if taking down Aaron Cortez, Mike Donaldson, and the FBI director was some sort of an everydaytask.

“Kate, what you did… I mean, here I was coming to save you, and you not only managed to help my niece and your father, but you also took down one of the biggest crime lords in the country. And the best part is that the media didn’t even mention you. I don’t know how you managed it, but you’re officially myhero.”

“Now that’s a proper way of coming on, Cam. Looks like you’re getting your mojoback.”

She dragged her nightgown upward, exposing her sexy thighs, and lifted her body to straddle me on thebed.

“I never thought I lost my mojo, my love.” I yanked her nightgown higher and felt her bare crotch grinding against me. She had no panties on, and my dick felt like it was ready to salute her all nightlong.

I barely had a chance to remove my boxers before I was already inside her, gliding in and out, feeling her tighten around me over and over while she rolled herhips.

“Kate,” I breathed, as her body sinned over mine. It had been too long since I had her. Her sexy smell overwhelmed me, and her silk nightgown crumpled over her perfect body, letting her nipples pebble underneath. I reached for her breast and cupped it in my palm. It felt heavier than Iremembered.

She moaned once, then again, and I forgot what I was thinking about and spilled insideher.

That was over way too quick for myliking.

She slowed her rhythm to a languorous sway as my orgasm calmed, and she slid off to the side. Kate rested her head on my chest, and her delicate fingers raked through the few stray hairs there. Nothing in this world had ever felt more perfect than thismoment.

“This feels like home,” I whispered to her. “You and me, here. It feelsright.”

“It does. You know, I’ve been thinking, I’m not in a rush to go back to NewYork.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I love it here. It feels perfect, and tomorrow everyone will be busy cooking and singing Christmas carols. I’ve never had this kind of Christmas before, and I wouldn’t have had it if it weren’t for you and yourfamily.”

There was definitely something different about Kate. She not only seemed calm and at peace but also confidant like I’d never seen her before. Tonight, I’d be able to prove whether my instinct was wrong orright.

“You’re my family, Kate.” I kissed her once more, then snuggled her from behind and listened to her slowed breaths. Outside, the moon shone so brightly it bounced off the falling flakes, illuminating the outside. It would be a beautiful white Christmas. As soon as Kate’s body twitched and I knew that she’d fallen asleep, I left her in bed and went to the bathroom, where I emptied the toilet of water and shut off the valve so the tank wouldn’t fillagain.

When I snuck back to bed, Kate was sleeping soundly. With some parts of her body wrapped in sheets, she was splayed out like a queen, and it took all my strength not to take her again. As the night passed, the sleep I wished for didn’t come. The clock flashed three in the morning the first time Kate stirred, and I gathered that she’d be up in another hour or so to go to the bathroom. The wait was long. Too long. Listening to her slow inhalations and exhalations stretched the night into one of the longest ones of mylife.

When she finally got out of bed in the morning hours, I heard Kate shuffle her feet across the rug, then the wooden floor. She shut the door behind her, and I waited until she was done. After a minute or so I heard her fumble with the toilet, pushing on the handle, but nothing happened. She washed her hands and returned to ourbed.

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