Page 38 of Billionaire and Nanny Secret

“Then why do you do it?”

“Quinn, don’t go looking for an answer that you can’t handle.”

“You don’t get to tell me what I can and can’t handle.”

“Quinn,” I warned.

“Just tell me!” she snapped.

“I don’t want to be involved with anyone because I feel like it would be messing up the legacy that my wife left, being disrespectful to her memories. I had loved her with all of my life, and when she died I’d told myself that I was never going to fall in love with another woman. Paige deserved to know that her mother was one of the best instead of trying to have some fake new mom, attempting to get into her life.

“And let’s be honest, love isn’t exactly the easiest thing for me. Women want me because of my wallet or my looks, and trying to find someone that’s not shallow is a hard task. So, you wanted to know, and now I’ve told you.” But I wasn’t pleased that she now knew this information about me.

“I didn’t know,” she whispered. “I didn’t know.”

“And you didn’t need to know,” I snapped. “You’re wondering if I have feelings for you then my answer is yes. I’ve been fighting back the feelings that I started to develop for you because I didn’t want to fall in love, not again, not after having the woman that I’d thought was my soulmate taken away from me. It had nothing to do with you, Quinn. It was all me.”

“Ezra,” she started, but I was determined to finish what I had started to say.

“No, stop talking,” I put a hand up and stopped her. “Isn’t this what you wanted to know? Well, now, I’m telling you, and I’ll be damned if you interrupt me, so stand there and just listen. I know you’re good at that.”

She seemed shocked by my words, but she stayed quiet.

“I am so in love with you, Quinn. There’s no doubt about that, and I couldn’t hide it even if I wanted to. If that wasn’t obvious to you then I understand because I didn’t want for you to be able to tell, but the reason that I hadn’t told you was because I was trying to protect myself, not because I wanted to be an asshole or hurt you. But this baby, it changes everything because I’ll be damned if I’m not going to be involved in the life of my child. You’re not going to keep me away from him, and this entire situation is forcing me to face how I’ve felt for you. So, I’ll say it again and again and as many times as you want to hear it because it won’t stop being true. I’m in love with you.”

Quinn looked absolutely stunned by all of the words that I’d just spoken. She was quiet, biting into her bottom lip in an attempt to think about everything that had just been said. She was looking at me pensively with those big green eyes as she tried to take everything in. Once, she finally did, she reached out and put her palm against my cheek.

“I love you, too, Ezra,” she stated. “Can’t you see that?”

“I don’t know,” I answered honestly.

“And there’s nothing that I want less than to hurt you, don’t you get that? I want to be there for you through thick and thin. I want to stand by your side through the good times and the bad because that’s what being in love means, not pushing someone away. So let me in and know that I’ll never hurt you.”

I nodded. “I understand.” And then I did what I knew best. I wrapped an arm behind her waist and pulled her towards me while pressing our lips together. This was safe; it made me feel like we were okay if she was with me. Sex between us had felt like we were two people connecting, rather than just fucking the brains out of each other.

Quinn was quick to reciprocate my kiss, her lips urgent against mine, just as they always were, just as I knew her to be. In that moment, I knew that I wanted her, and I knew that the feeling was mutual and she wanted me, as well. There was no more holding back, no more fighting the feelings that we had for each other.

She thrusted her hips against me before she paused. “Is it safe to do this while I’m pregnant?”

I laughed. “Yes, very.”

“At least we don’t need protection.”

She was full of jokes. But I didn’t want her talking when there were so many better things that her lips could be doing. I pulled her shirt over her head and picked her up before setting her on the counter. My hands made quick work of her bra, and I pushed it to the side.

We shouldn’t be doing this, not with her best friend just upstairs, probably about to return any moment. But I didn’t care about any of that. The only thing that mattered to me was the amazing woman in front of me.

Once the bra was gone, my lips wrapped around her nipple and tugged it the way that I knew she liked. She threw her head back and let out a little moan, as my fingers worked the buttons and zipper of her pants. I pulled them down her legs and let them hit the floor, not particularly caring where they ended up.

I pulled away, and she pulled my shirt off of me before I went down on her. My tongue was swirling around her clit, and she was moaning, writhing against me, begging me for more. What option did I have than to give it to her?

I backed away from her so that I could pull my pants down and kick them aside before I walked back to her. Our lips clashed together, as I thrust inside of her, hearing the fierce moan that she let out.

Nothing felt more right than this. This was home. She was my home.

Epilogue

Two Years Later

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