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Rolling onto my back, I kept her close, not allowing our bodies to separate for even a moment. She lay on top of me, and then I gently pushed her to sit up. Those big boobs called to my hands and I played with themagain.
One eyebrow cocked as she asked in a husky voice, “You do like the tits, don’t you,August?”
“Nope, I love ’em.” I sat up, taking one into my mouth and licking the nipple as I rolled it between my lips. Her moans had my cock growing stiff again, and soon she was riding my cock to another simultaneousorgasm.
I didn’t want to let her out of that bed. Like, not ever. Keeping her in bed with me would’ve been a dream come true, and that thought had me remembering the way I’d felt that first night. It had seemed like I couldn’t get enough of her back then, and that feeling was stillthere.
Cupping the back of her head, I kissed her softly. “Leaving you after all we’d done was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. And now that I’ve got you, I don’t think I can ever leave youagain.”
She giggled as she pushed her hands through my hair. “I hope you don’t leave me again. I never told you this, but I cried every night for a month after you left. And my prayers for your safe return never stopped. I suppose they were answered,huh?”
Her kiss-swollen lower lip begged me to take it between my teeth. I bit it gently, tugging it as I said, “Thank you for praying forthis.”
And then I felt my cock pulsing back to life again, and she did, too, moaning as she started to move again. “Yes, babe. Take me again, you insatiableman.”
With her, I was insatiable—only withher.
Chapter Fourteen
Tawny
August seemed content with the way things had to be. He came over during the day while Calum was at school, and we’d make love the whole time, stopping only to eat and drink a bit to replenish our strength. He’d stay for dinner and would leave when the time came to put Calum to bed. That went on for aweek.
But then one day, that wasn’t enough for August. Sweeping into my little apartment moments after I’d gotten back from dropping Calum off at school, I found a serious expression clouding his handsome face. “Tawny, this isn’t working forme.”
Wrapping my arms around him, kissing his sweet lips, I felt the tension leave his body as he and I melded into each other. Once everything felt settled, our mouths parted. “Now, what’s not working foryou?”
He took my hands in his, pulling them up and kissing each knuckle as he eyed me carefully. “Not having you in my bed atnight.”
“But you have me all day long,” I remindedhim.
“Yes, but I won’t always have this. You’ll start work, and then we won’t get to do this anymore.” His lips pressed against my palm, making my insides turn into meltedbutter.
“August Harlow, have you become addicted to me?” I laughed as he nodded without an ounce of shame. “Well, that can’t be good foryou.”
“But it is good for me.” He pulled me along with him to place me on his lap after he’d taken a seat on the sofa. “You see, you’re very good for me, and I just want you around all the time. I know you’ll have to go to work soon, and then I’ll have to give you up during the daytime hours. Then what will Iget?”
To be honest, I hadn’t even thought about it. What would he get? What would Iget?
I needed my time with August just as much as he needed his time with me. But there was one thing that stopped me from wanting to change our routine—Calum.
The hard thing about keeping a secret is knowing when the right time might be to confess. At first, I didn’t want to burden August with anything. And then, after witnessing his PTSD episode, I knew he wasn’t up for any surprises just yet. But when would he beready?
Living with PTSD was no easy thing for any veteran, and when you added in the fact that he’d accidentally killed a fellow marine and one of his good friends…well, you had a recipe fordisaster.
And then there was the fact that August was now a billionaire. To some women that would be the best news ever. To me, itwasn’t.
Although he and I came from similar backgrounds, he’d become phenomenally wealthy. Wealth like his came with a lot of responsibilities and problems that I was unfamiliar with. Like living in the public eye or needing to have bodyguards for protection on occasion, not to mention the women who threw themselves at wealthymen.
If I told him my secret, which I’d kept from every person in my life, then things would change drastically. And maybe not all for the better. August, and my parents too, would probably see me as aliar.
I didn’t wantthat.
Sure, with time they’d likely forgive me, but how could they not have a little niggling feeling inside of them, knowing that I’d kept the truth from them for years? Especially when it was about something as important as the identity of my son’sfather.
No, I couldn’t do it. Notyet.
“So, what would you suggest we do, August?” I asked him as I ran my hands through his silky darkhair.
