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She pressed a hand on her belly and said, “And I want this baby to know we love unconditionally… and have some sense of grounding.”
The staff held the doors for us, but I stared at Britney as the moon started to peek out from behind a cloud. She seemed to be bathing in celestial energy.
“Excellent,” I said.
Somehow, I felt like a poet again. I’d not tried to pen words in years, but I wanted to try again as I had a new muse.
As we walked to the main stairs, she asked, “You?”
I must have missed something. I stared at her and asked, “What about me?”
She guided me up the stairs. “I always like to go into a situation framing the worst-case scenario that I know isn’t going to actually happen. So this way, whatever does happen will work out fine.”
I held her back and asked, “You want to know what the worst-case scenario might be when we meet my parents?”
“And your sister, yes,” she added quickly.
Fair enough. Bernadette was clearly jealous, but as I walked Britney to her door, I said, “That they’d get their hands on my money and spend a fortune and still not pay off debts because they’d just forget.”
She opened her suite door and waved for me to come in. “Oh goodness. It’s just money.”
Then she took off her shoes and rubbed her soles.
I took mine off too, turned on more than ever before, and said, “And, of course, for me to remain absolutely quiet and miserable while I let them walk over me.”
She tossed her dress and tilted her head, staring at me. “Now, that gave me a dirty thought.”
I walked over and held her. I needed her right then. “Breathing air probably does that.”
“Hey, now, no complaining,” she said and kissed me.
The way her mouth brushed against mine was just as erotic as when we were one.
As the kiss ended, I replied, “Absolutely not, darling.”
She tugged on my shirt and said, “As we have the evening to ourselves, let’s find out what those massages where I walk on your back feels like.”
It would be better to show her I could go all night pleasing her, but I nodded and said, “Well, I could use a massage, but I don’t want you hurting yourself.”
“You’ll catch me if I start to fall, and we both know that,” she said and tossed her bra.
If I could tell her how much I already loved her, that would make the day perfect, but being with her as she was, was nearly that. I’d never been that happy.
Chapter Fifteen
Britney
* * *
The Tiffany Blue bedspread matched the light-blue rug under my feet near the bed. Michael’s house was elegant, and having staff to attend to us was nice, but when he stared at me with those hungry eyes, my heart melted.
I needed him. I placed a hand on my hip and asked, “How come your shirt isn’t off yet?”
“I thought you wanted to wait.”
“I need this to feel… real.”
He complied and tossed that Henley shirt of his on the ground next to my dress. Then he came closer and brushed against my cheek. “Britney, being with you is special, and?—”
