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I smile and rub the tip of my nose against hers. “Yes. With you. Is that too much?” I murmur, stroking circles on her back.
She’s biting her lip, but she’s smiling. “No. I like the way you talk about it. It’s sexy and it makes me yearn for the same thing. I’ve always wanted to be a mother. Are we crazy to be talking about this when we haven’t even defined what we are?”
“It’s very simple. You’re mine.” I pull her closer and kiss her.
“Yours. I like the sound of that.”
“We’re still learning about each other. You don’t knoweverything about my work or other parts of my life, but I want you to. I want you to know everything about me, and for you to still feel safe and loved in my arms.”
“Have you got skeletons in your closet, Cullan Grant?” she teases.
I gaze at her through my lashes. “Maybe I do. Would you like me any less if there were? If I wasn’t a heroic white knight all the way to my core, would you believe I adore you any less?”
“I don’t think anything could change my mind about that.”
I really fucking hope so.
I press a kiss to her lips. “Good. Because I adore you.”
“I don’t need to believe you’re perfect and good all the way through to be with you. I know I’m not, and you still care about me, don’t you?”
“So much.” I cup her face, my heart beating wildly. Elena is everything I’ve ever wanted. “If you got pregnant, I’d be over the goddamn moon.”
“Are you in a hurry, Cullan?” she asks, but there’s a playful note in her voice, as if she wouldn’t be upset if I was.
I’m pushing her by bringing it up again and again, but I can’t help myself. I pull her astride me. “Maybe I am. Maybe I want to knock you up right now.”
I caress her nipples with my thumbs, watching her head fall back in pleasure. Elena is all mine, in my bed. There’s one less secret today now Leon knows we’re together, and it’s only strengthened my relationship withElena. I can only hope that revealing the rest of my secrets will bring us even closer.
“Slide down my cock, darlin’,” I coax her. “I want to be back where I belong.”
Elena does as she’s told, crying out as every inch of my cock fills her. I hold her hips and thrust up into her, and I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight.
20
Elena
Life with Cullan is a dream come true.
We fall into a happy routine together. One where Cullan gets up early to get Rosie ready for her day, spends time with her, and kisses us both goodbye at the front door before heading off to work. Cullan buys a second car so I can take Rosie out with me to run errands and do fun things like visit parks and toy shops. She’s getting so much bigger, and as she outgrows her clothing, choosing new things for her is so much fun.
In the evenings, Cullan is almost always home before Rosie’s bedtime so we can all eat together, and he reads her a bedtime story. Then the evenings are ours, and we enjoy the sunsets in the garden, read together, watch TV. Thelatter often turns into me being scooped into his lap so we can kiss, and then inevitably have sex on the sofa or the rug. He’s always careful that I come at least once—and usually again after he finishes. Nothing satisfies him more than holding me tight after he’s come with his cock lodged deep inside me while he rubs my clit and speaks soft, dirty words in my ear. I feel like I’m in heaven.
The only blot on my life is my visits to my aunts to give them money, and inevitably being dragged into the confessional at church. Now that I don’t have a boyfriend anymore, my aunts and my priest aren’t calling me as many horrible names or making as many dark predictions about the fate of my soul. I keep my confessions simple without any mention of Cullan, contraceptives, and unmarried sex. That’s my business, not theirs. After I find out who my mother is, I don’t know if I’ll ever go to confession again. I hate the way it makes me feel so judged and dirty.
If I can put up with this for hopefully just a little longer, I’ll find out who my mother is, and I’ll never have to see these people again.
Five weeks go by. I’ve been a model young woman in my aunts’ eyes, though I’m practically living in sin with my boss. I’m sleeping in his bed, kissing him good morning, and cuddling with him on the sofa at night. He’s still paying me, which feels strange. Cullan has hinted that he wants a relationship, but also that he doesn’t want to push me too fast.
What he does say a lot, very clearly, is that he wouldn’tmind, he’d be so happy, he’d be over the moon, if I fell pregnant. He’s always cupping and kissing my stomach—which makes me melt—and telling me how beautiful I look holding his daughter.
The man has baby fever. It’s kind of adorable.
I don’t realize how long it’s been since I’ve seen Justine until I notice that I have a text from her.
Justine: Hellooooo? Let go of your DILF long enough to text me back.
Elena: I’m so sorry!!! How are you?
