Page 68 of Sins of the Father

I want it to be true. More than anything I’ve ever wanted, I want to know I’m special to this man. That with all the women in the world, he chooses me and no one else.

As if he can read my mind, he mumbles, “No one makes me feel how you do, Harper.”

We don’t sleep. When morning comes, he doesn’t even seem bothered with keeping his schedule. Hope wakes up around five thirty. We take care of her together, and he makes me breakfast while I feed her. When it’s nine, he finally leaves, tearing himself away from my lips with a happy grin on his face.

And it shouldn’t be possible, but for the first time ever, I feel alive and wanted.

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Steven

When I comeout of the bedroom, Harper is tickling Hope. She’s still in her silk robe and sitting on the floor, cross-legged, and I have the urge to lick her calves.

Get your head into work mode.

She glances up, and her eyes shine bright. “Wow.”

“What?”

She carries Hope on her hip and grips the knot on my tie. “I’d reposition your tie, or pick some lint off your suit, but you’re soGQperfect right now, I’m rethinking your no-office-sex rule.”

I’m rethinking it, too.

I cup her face in my hands and kiss her. “What are you going to do today?”

“I don’t know. I might explore the city with Hope. Quinn said the stroller is in the closet, or I could wear the baby carrier.”

“Give me your phone.”

“Why?”

“So, you have my number, in case you get lost.”

She hands Hope to me and disappears into the bedroom.

“Hey, sweetie. Are you going to have fun with Auntie Harper today?”

Hope reaches for my nose and squeezes it.

“Ouch. Easy on the grip,” I tease her.

She grabs my nose again.

Harper comes out. “What’s your number?”

I tell her, and she programs it in. “Is this your company or personal cell?”

“Both.”

“How does that work?”

“I don’t like carrying two phones. So I have an app downloaded where any work calls or texts come through that.”

“So your personal is private, and your company can’t access it?”

“Yeah. Why?”

She trails her fingers seductively down my arm. “Wanted to know if I needed to censor my messages.”

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