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“He and Chelsea… I know they want kids.”

Her smile brightened, though she looked slightly confused. “That’s great, Jamie, but why… why are you telling me this?”

“Sarah, when they have a baby, I’m going to be a grandfather. You haven’t even had the chance to have a family yourself.”

Sarah stiffened. She went to drop her hands, but I had one of them in mine still, and I brought it to my chest. “Jamie, I told you, I don’t want kids.”

I laughed softly. “That’s what I said. We were in high school when Kevin was born. Did you know that? I was a teenage dad. I could barely tie my own fucking laces. But Kevin… then Seamus, they were the best thing to ever happen to me. And losing him…”

That pinch turned into a piercing vise.

“I can’t start over again, Sarah. I’ve had my chance, did the thing, failed at the thing… all I have left is to wind my life down. To tie things up at Reilly and hand them to Seamus with a neat little bow on top.”

A tear ran down Sarah’s cheek, but it wasn’t sadness that splayed across her features now. It was anger.

“Jamie. What happened to you back then… that was the worst thing that could happen to anyone, ever. And every time I think of it, my heart feels like it’s been torn straight down the middle.

“But I’m a grown woman; old enough to make my own decisions. And when I tell you I don’t want kids, I need you to believe me. I went through the wanting of them, and now I’m here. I want a family still, yes, but families can be two people, Jamie. They can be two people and a dog and a fucking goldfish.”

I smiled. But I couldn’t bring myself to believe she’d be happy with me. How could I dare to dream that?

“Last night, you made me feel the best I’ve ever felt in my whole life. You stayed up all night making love to me.”

Despite my sudden anguish, my senses suddenly centered themselves on Sarah.

Sarah, straddling my lap now, her skirt riding high up her thighs, poking at my chest with her finger. “You’re not too old to fuck me senseless, Jamie Reilly.”

I told myself to keep my hands to myself. This would be a nice clean place to stop things. But my hands moved on their own, trailing a finger across her waist. “You want to get fucked again, Sarah? Is that what you’re telling me?”

“I don’t know, Jamie. Do you think you’re up for it? Or are you too scared to try?”

“I’ll bend you over that table right now, sweetheart, if you don’t watch that mouth.”

“Someone might come in,” she breathed, bending forward and pressing her forehead to mine.

I unbuttoned her blouse, the tiny pearl buttons slipping neatly through the holes one by one. “Then they’ll see what a bad girl you’ve been. How you need to get shown who’s boss.”

She moaned, bringing her hands to my shirt and tugging it out of my pants. “Tell me what to do,” she breathed.

I shot a glance over her shoulder. The last session of the day was being held in the main ballroom; the chances of someone coming in here were slim.

But not none.

Considering what had happened to her this morning, I should have insisted we move. But I was here now, and I wouldn’t leave her side until I dropped her off at her front door. If anyone said anything, they could answer to me.

Until then, my dick was straining painfully against my pants, and all I wanted to do was bury it deep inside of her. Show her she was mine, even if I had to let her go.

I unbuckled my belt.

“Show me those beautiful tits.”

She pulled her blouse apart and tugged her bra down, and her gorgeous mounds sprung free.

“Your nipples are already tight for me, baby,” I growled. “Are you wet for me, too?”

“See for yourself.”

She hitched up her skirt, revealing her bare pussy, already spread for me.

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