Page 90 of Filthy Rich Temptation
My eyes snap open.
The pale light of dawn spills across the room. The linen curtains billow gently in the breeze drifting through the open sliding doors – and there she is.
Out on the balcony, laptop open, lip caught between her teeth, lost in whatever she’s working on. She’s wrapped in my robe, legs curled beneath her, hair wild from sleep… and me.
Desire floods my body as my mind brands the sight to memory, knowing it’s something I’ll ache for long after it’s gone.
She must sense my gaze because she looks over. Her smile is slow, small, and totally my undoing. I lift the edge of the quilt in silent invitation and her smile deepens. She closes her laptop and pads over to me. Places the device on the bedside table and without a word, shrugs the robe from her shoulders.
Nowthatis the greatest wake-up call known to man.
Forget coffee. Sadie. Naked. Lit up by the morning sun. Mine. All mine.
I grab her hand and pull her into bed with a low growl. ‘Too slow.’
She laughs softly, straddling me with purpose, her mouth already finding mine. ‘You’re insatiable.’
‘I’ll show you insatiable.’ I roll her under me and leave her in no doubt of how much I want her, how much I’m going to keep wanting her until she tells me to stop.
And when she does, I’ll step back. I’ll watch her walk away.
And I’ll do it without a fight.
Becausethis… this will always be hers to end.
Even if it breaks something in me I’ll never get back.
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Sadie
‘What are we going to tell Lottie?’
We’re sipping coffee at the breakfast bar. The fresh morning air drifts in through the open French doors, carrying Lottie’s distant chatter with it when Theo asks the question. Isla’s taken Lottie to collect eggs and feed the animals – goats as well as chickens, much to Lottie’s delight – so his timing doesn’t surprise me. His expression does.
I set my phone down, which has been blowing up with blog updates, and bite my lip to hold back a laugh.
‘It’s not funny.’
‘It is when you’re blushing because of it.’
‘I’m not blushing.’
I give him a pointed stare and he rakes a hand through his hair, his bicep flexing against another white tee – yeah, I might have admitted last night how thirsty his white T-shirts make me. Or more specifically, him in them.
‘Okay, fine. I’m blushing.’
He really is. And it’s totes adorable.
‘Just answer the question.’
‘She’s three, Theo. She’ll think you’re keeping mummy’s bed warm and making her happy. All true.’
‘So it won’t confuse her?’
His tone shifts – gently, but enough.
Coffee forgotten, I fold my hands in my lap and hold his gaze. ‘She won’t suddenly start thinking you’re her new daddy, if that’s what you mean. Or at least, I don’t think she will. She barely knew Danny existed, and she never asks about him.’
