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Losing control, I pick up my pace, gliding my mouth up and down until I hear him chanting gibberish above my head. He’s also lost in the moment, and I’m glad I can finally give him this.

“Kat,” he beckons, pulling at my shoulders with his hands as he tries to bring me up to meet him. “I need to be inside you. Like yesterday.”

Rolling onto my back, I spread my legs for him and tease my pussy as he hovers above me.

“God, Kat.” He positions himself at my entrance and briefly halts to dip a finger inside. “This sweet pussy is all for me,” he croons. “All for me.”

“Yes. Only you.”

He fists his cock, giving it a few strokes before pointing the swollen head toward my opening and swiping it up and down through my folds. As he pushes the almost purple head of his cock into me, he lets out a deliciously naughty groan as he glides only the tip in and out, delaying his pleasure.

Knock. Knock.

Immediately, we both tense. Is the door even locked? I’m trying to follow Nick’s lead here, so I remain quiet but anxious about what it appears we both heard.

“Mommy?”

“Oh, dear lord, please tell me you didn’t hear that. I’m begging you. Please tell me it’s just the voices in my head,” Nick pleads.

“Nick,” I urge him to withdraw so I can check on Olivia, apparently on the other side of that door. “Let me just settle her, and I’ll be right back.”

“This can’t be fucking happening.”

“Nick,” I beg, patting his backside as I attempt to slide myself out from under him. Reaching for his T-shirt draped over the end of the bed, I grab some panties from the dresser and quickly step in before opening the door. Looking back, I verify Nick is under the covers before I crack the door and lean down.

“What is it, baby? Did you have a bad dream?”

“No.”

“Then what is it?” I ask. She looks… what? Upset?

“I fo up.”

“Wha-” I barely get the whole one-syllable word out of my mouth before I’m struck with projectile vomiting from my pitiful child. Before I can scoop her up and into the bathroom, the vomiting stops, and she begins to cry. “It’s okay, Livy. I’ve got you. We’ll get you all cleaned up.”

I just manage to get her into the bathroom as Nick mutters, “Well, if that isn’t a boner killer, I don’t know what is.”

CHAPTEREIGHT

Kat

“Are you sure you’ve got this, Nick? I can call Rachel or Olivia and see if they can help. I wish my parents weren’t away. Mom would certainly take Grace and Mason.”

“No. I’ve got it. Besides, Grace is helpful. So long as she doesn’t start spewing pea soup like the other two. This is probably karma coming for me after I tried to get what I wanted by controlling the situation. Taking the kids out of school just so I could-” He stops short when he notices several sets of eyes on him. “I’ll take them to the pediatrician or the kids’ urgent care center and get them checked out while you’re working.” He sounds so dejected.

It didn’t take long for the virus to spread during the night. I’m sure having them all piled on top of one another in that fort didn’t help. So far, Logan just looks pale, and Grace has managed to make it through unscathed, but poor Olivia and Mason can’t take a step without a barf bag. If nothing else, getting them some prescription antinausea medicine will be worth the trip.

“Nick, I wish I wasn’t working. You know this is just crappy timing. But we’ll get through this week. It has nothing to do with the kids or my job. But I’ll cut back to only one or two shifts a month and not answer the phone if they call, if that’ll make you happy.”

“Kat,” he snaps at me. “Don’t do anything for me. Don’t make me out to be the bad guy. I just-” Again, he halts this very adult conversation as he notices the gallery of onlookers hasn’t changed. “We’ll talk about this later. When will you be done with work?”

“It’s a short shift. I should be home by dinner. I’ll check with you on the way to see how everyone is feeling. Are you staying here or heading back home?”

“I’m not interested in dragging this virus back to the house. I think we’ll stay here. I’ll see you tonight,” he grumbles as he walks away.

My heart hurts. This isn’t how I wanted to leave. Plus, I should be handling this, not him. I’d made arrangements for the kids knowing he was working today. But I could have never predicted the turn this week would take. Heading for the car, I have to face that there are some things you just have to let go of. I’m sorry he’s frustrated. I’m sorry the kids are sick. I’m sorry I’m working. But this is real life. If only I didn’t have this continued longing to ask him for one more child on top of this chaos. He’d either laugh me out of the door or call a divorce lawyer.

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