Page 73 of Second Go-Round

“He’s the best thing I’ve ever done,” Reid said, pride in his voice, “even if I haven’t slept for more than two hours a night since God knows when. That boy is the sweetest gift a woman could ever give a man though. Enduring almost ten months of misery, agonizing labor…”

I glanced over at Reid to find his eyes aglow as he watched his new wife care for their son.

“I’m so fucking happy,” he murmured.

I thought I couldn’t be more content with what I’d been blessed with. The love of a good woman, a fulfilling day job, and friends from Elite who had remained loyal even though I’d quit. There could be more in my life, I realized at that moment, and I suddenly wanted it. But I would be fine without if the love of my life couldn’t be swayed.

Christine caught my eye from the other side of the living room, swelling my heart with so much happiness I fought to breathe.

Maybe someday.

“When are you going to give up that condo and move in here with me?” Christine asked, snuggling against my side on her couch a few hours later.

I bit back my grin and glanced down at her hand as she rubbed my thigh. It wasn’t the first time she’d asked. She’d teased me forever after dropping the L word, so I’d decided to do the same whenever she begged me to combine our homes.

“I don’t know. I kind of like my condo.”

She pinched me and tipped back her head with a glare. “Liar. You complain about the noisy neighbors beside you every other day. Seriously though.” Her gaze dropped to my lips. “You say you love me, but you’re unwilling to take that step.”

“I never said I was unwilling.”

“Well then?”

Rather than argue, I kissed her and pulled her onto my lap, my hands skating up beneath the long Pats T-shirt she wore before bed.

No shorts. No panties.

I licked the seam of her lips and ran my thumb down over her clit.

She moaned into my mouth, opening hers to let me in for a taste. Cinnamon, sweetness, and a whole lot of sass coated her tongue. Moisture sprang to life beneath my fingers. Fuck, did I love how easily I could make her body take over her brain.

I’d long ago memorized every inch of her delightful folds, but I never tired of exploring through the slick arousal she blamed me for.

Hands on the sides of my head, she took control of our kiss, grinding her pussy against my hand.

I grabbed my waistband, shifting to free my cock from the lounge pants between me and heaven.

She pulled away, her passion-hazed eyes overcome by black pupils as she stared at me and rubbed herself against the back of my cock.

“You’re so goddamn sexy,” I murmured, glancing down to where she teased me.

A shift of her hips lifted her body high enough that the head of my dick brushed over her entrance.

“Promise to welcome me home like this every day?” I whispered, watching my length slowly disappear inside her wet warmth.

“God, yes,” she moaned, her tight sheath swallowing me balls deep.

“Sweet girl…” We rocked together, a slow grinding dance, our gazes connected as firmly as our hearts.

“I can’t get enough of you,” she murmured, her tone a siren song that made my balls tingle. “Move in with me. Please.”

I dug my fingers into her hips and thrust upward. “I’ll live with you on one condition.” I decided to go for it, just to see where her mind was.

One of her auburn eyebrows arched, but she didn’t stop in her maddening moves to drive my balls insane. “What’s that?”

“Reconsider the whole no kids thing.”

Christine stilled, searching my face.

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