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  “No. No, you are not.” He barely held in his chuckle at my honesty. “Which makes you a very dangerous man, Mr. Dahl.”

  “I told you before that you are safe with me.”

  “My body is, of that I have no doubt. My heart… I have a feeling that is very much in jeopardy.” Which would be true under normal circumstances, but now that I was carrying his child, it became exponentially more so. Closing my eyes, I pulled on all my courage to tell him. Right here. Right now. Except that as he opened them, his words had my knees about to cave.

  “In this you are not alone, beautiful.” And with that he offered his arm, which I took without pause, all thoughts of confessing put on the back burner. “Shall we?”

  And with that, we were off to a night of eating and dancing, all the dancing. We kissed. We laughed. We talked. The night was magical, and even though the guilt sat close to the surface, I ignored it. I wanted this one night. One night and then I would tell him. It wasn’t like it was a secret I could keep for long. I just wanted one night to know what could’ve been, for when reality slammed into me, I would find out exactly what was going to be.

  As he opened the car door for me as we left the restaurant, I once again took a detour from all the things I had mapped out for my life. “I don’t want to go home.” I sealed my words with a kiss before he swept me into the car.

  “Then we will go to mine.”

  As we drove off to his place, I committed every detail to memory, for I had a feeling that after tonight, a memory would be all I had.

  Matt

  Her place, my place, it didn't matter, but so far this evening was following my plan. Before I could make the suggestion that we continue the night somewhere private, she had beat me to it. I should have expected that. Maybe someday Mae would stop surprising me, but I hoped not.

  That image I'd had of her that first day I realized she was working for me, the one where I messed up her put-together look with swollen lips and rough sex hair, that image plagued me on the drive home. And it didn't help that her hand pressed lightly against my thigh. It felt like my cock was a heat seeking missile and Mae was its target, just waiting to be fired. But I kept my cool long enough to get behind my sturdy front door. The moment I dropped my keys on the entry way table, though, it was on.

  I backed her up against the wall, shoving a knee between her legs as I braced myself on either side of her body. Immediately, her hips rolled, and I could feel the heat of her core rubbing along my leg. I pressed my body against her, glorying in the soft pillow of her breasts as I kissed her, claiming and exploring her mouth. We were both panting and her hands knew what they wanted, slipping underneath my coat to pull my back close to her and then sliding down to grab my ass. I grunted, the motion sending electric shocks straight to my balls, and I took a half step back. I needed to slow things down a bit. I had plans to make sure she never wanted to leave again.

  But Mae apparently had plans too, and she quickly dropped out of the circle of my arms and fell to her knees in front of me. Fuuuck. "Keep your hands on the wall," she commanded. "You are bound by my will." The words were an echo of what I had told her that night in the hotel room. I had never been one to be controlled, let alone enjoy it, but I knew in that moment that no matter what Mae asked of me, it was hers.

  She caressed my erection through my pants and my hips involuntarily jerked forward. With focused intensity, she undid my belt and unzipped my pants, pushing them and my boxers to the floor with no preamble. Her hands were on the front of my thighs, moving up over my hip bones, tracing the V of my groin. And at that moment she took me. Her mouth was a wet, tight wonderland. And then she started sucking. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the sight of her hollowing cheeks, of my cock sliding in and out of those pretty pink lips. It was everything I'd thought it would be and more. Her tongue pressed hard against the underside of my cock and then twirled around the head as she rose to it, her hand following behind, twisting as she bobbed up and down. This hadn't been in my plan, but I sure as hell wasn't going to say no to it. Besides, I figured it fell under the general directive of giving Mae what she needed. And I could tell by the way she sucked me down and her eyes fell in satisfaction that this was something she needed.

  That thought was what tipped me over the edge. I didn't have any time to warn Mae because suddenly I was coming down her throat as I realized how much pleasure this was giving her, let alone me. Mae sucked my cum down greedily, though, and popped off with a satisfied smack when my cock finally stopped pulsing.

  I fell to my knees beside her, resting my head on her shoulder. "Damn, woman. You're going to be the death of me."

  I could feel her smile as her chin tilted downward, her head pressing against mine. "I hope not. I'd like to keep you around for a while."

  I wasn't sure if she meant for just tonight or longer, but those words fed the craving I had for her. I stood, pulling her up with me. Instead of tucking myself into my pants, I simply removed them, the jacket and shirt quickly following. At that I scooped Mae up, her soft edges making promises I intended to collect.

  I brought her to my room, to my bed, and set her down gently. I didn't need to say anything, she was stripping the moment her feet hit the floor, naked before I had the chance to ask her to slow down. "I know you won't be ready to go for a while yet," she said, "but I'd love to lay with you."

  As tempting as it was to indulge in one of my less carnal, more domestic fantasies of cuddling with Mae, there was something I had been waiting for months to do.

  "I think I can do better than that," I growled and was satisfied to see the smoldering fire catch and bloom in her eyes. "Lay down in the middle of the bed."

  I crawled between her legs and marveled. The last time we had done this, it had been a storm, a frantic need. I had two months to think of all the things I hadn't had the chance to learn about Mae, two months to imagine how I would rectify that, and so I took my time, running my hands down her naked body, exploring her every curve, paying special attention to her delicious breasts that overflowed my hands. And when she was finally limp beneath me, her entire body relaxed, I lowered myself to her core and began enacting the fantasy I had dwelt on every night. She was absolutely soaked, and I let my tongue dance from side to side, teasing her lips, swiping up to nibble at her clit. I waited until she was a shaking, begging mess before I added a finger, targeting her g-spot with no mercy. I had let myself think before that there would be another chance to taste her release on my tongue and I had been wrong. I wasn't going to let this opportunity pass.

  And when she came, it satisfied my every hope and expectation. Her walls clenched around my finger like a vise, and I remembered what it was like to be buried in her, feeling that same pressure milking me to completion. She screamed my name, she begged it, her entire vocabulary reduced to me. I licked and massaged her pussy after the first wave subsided and she jerked and twisted and arched until she came again, quieter, but no less fierce, her muscles clenching in sweet agony as the ability to even cry out was stolen from her in her bliss.

  Only then did I finally ease away from her and climb up the bed to wrap my body around hers.

  I had thought that maybe one more night with Mae would settle me, that it would ease this aching longing I had been carrying since I saw her sitting alone in that bar in the town I had left behind so long ago. But it hadn't. If anything, the feeling had intensified, and it scared me.

  The only person I'd ever given a damn about in this life was Ms. Gracie, and she was gone now. Until Mae. And Mae had already left me once before. My arms tightened around her, locking her into place as she hummed in pleasure, pushing that amazing round ass back against my cock. It stirred in interest.

  “So we’re going for round two this time?” I had to concentrate to keep my tone light and even. I felt like I was cracking at the seams, and every molecule of my being was asking one question: would she be here in the morning or not?

  “I figured we were playing tournament sty
le,” Mae responded.

  “What sport though? Tennis? Roller Derby? Ping pong?”

  Mae laughed, and the sound wrapped around my tattered heart, smoothing all its jagged edges and sneaking into every crack. “Oh, I'm sure we’ll figure the rules as we go along.”

  I needed this woman with an intensity that terrified me. She was everything bright and good in this world. I was only pure determination, but she made me want to be more.

  “What's the first rule?”

  Mae pretended to think. “Well, each match must start naked.”

  “Every match? That seems to be leaving out some very crucial undressing moves.”

  “I wasn't thinking, you're right.” Her hand trailed across my arm, sparks following her touch. “And we can't say every match you have to start with clothes on, because that would be a lot of unnecessary putting on of clothes.”

  “Very true,” I murmured in her ear, nibbling on the soft patch of skin just below it.

  “Then perhaps each match simply needs to start with a declaration of intent. Like tennis has a serve.”

  What would she do if I declared my intent right now? That I wanted her in my bed, my life, forever. Would she run away? Would I lose this game?

  I shifted my hold on her to scoop one ample breast in one hand, as well as I could, and left the other hand to drift down to her slit. “Like, ‘I'm going to push you up against that wall and fuck you so hard you can't remember your name’?”

  She moaned as I teased her clit, diving further back to pick up moisture. Damn, she was wet. “That's—that’s a good one,” she gasped.

  If we were sticking to tennis analogies… “I believe you have to hit a return to me.” I curled my fingers inside her and her eyes went blank.

  “Uhh…”

  “Shall we say point to me?”

  I took my time with her, licking and teasing every inch of her skin. When we finally came, my cock buried deep in her, my eyes on hers, it felt like the most glorious homecoming in the existence in humanity. As I lay back down and wrapped her in my arms, still anxious that she would leave, I realized that without realizing it, without me even seeing it happening, with as little time as we had spent together, Mae had become my home. Something I had only found temporarily before, with Ms. Gracie.

  I was scared shitless.

  Mae

  Why did he have to be so flipping perfect? Every time I finally gathered the courage to tell him, he had to go and do something amazing. It was never anything that most would consider big, either. He would notice something I had done or looked at me with the intensity of a thousand suns as he gently pushed my hair behind my ear, or he left me the sequel of a book I mentioned loving on my desk. Fair enough, it wasn’t available to the public yet, making it a pretty big deal, but it was all about the thoughtfulness of even remembering I mentioned the book than the cost he must have paid for it.

  Matt did have a tendency of spending stupid amounts of money on me, but he learned quickly that the things that made me the happiest and, quite frankly put me on my knees, had nothing to do with his wealth. They had everything to do with his kindness and thoughtfulness. He might be the richest person I had ever met, but that wasn’t who he was. Sometimes I got the impression I was the first person to think so aside from Ms. Gracie who loved him through all of his successes and failures. I wished I had a chance to meet her.

  Even at work, things were amazing. At first, I was almost as equally freaked out by the fact that I was pregnant as I was about my employment status. Matt put an end to that within a few days. We might work together, or more accurately, he might be my boss, but at work he treated me the same as everyone else… with the exception of a few extended lunches. I appreciated that because I wanted to succeed because of me and not whom I was sleeping with.

  And the sex. I still couldn’t get over the way we connected in that arena. I loved how we volleyed for power when things got good and dirty. Sometimes he would take control. And yeah that was beyond hot. And other times I would take control and that was just as hot, but in a very different way. The thing that shocked me was that each and every time it got better, and my need to be with him grew. No getting bored. No going through the motions. True, we’d not been together long, but this wasn’t my first rodeo. By the time I’d reached this point in previous relationships, I’d always felt more like “I guess I should say yes,” where now, with Matt, it was always “I need him now.”

  Not that I was going to be sleeping with him for much longer. I got a call from the OB telling me that they wanted me to come in for some labs now that I had passed my first trimester. City doctors were so different from the ones my sister had. She’d heard the heartbeat at eight weeks and had an appointment at twelve. Here, they had me wait until twelve to even schedule the appointment, assuring me that it was protocol, and then sent me a pack of four thousand papers to fill out.

  If I wasn’t still in denial, I might have been more forceful about getting in. But going to the OB made it real. It meant a baby was coming and that Matt needed to know. And I would tell him. I would. How, I still didn’t know. But it would be soon. I couldn’t continue with him under the weight of this secret. A secret that would probably be the demise of what we were building because what I was doing was made of evil. I knew it and let fear encourage me to continue and that needed to end. I was going to tell him and not let anything get in the way because he had a right to know, a right to be part of it, a right to not be lied to.

  My fear of losing him almost guaranteed that was exactly what was going to happen. Matt didn’t trust easily. I saw it in the work place, in his stories, and from the way he so slowly opened up to me about his past. He trusted me though. A stupid liar face. Once he saw me for what I was that trust was going to be stripped away leaving him with what? A mother of his future child whom he couldn’t trust enough to take out his trash, much less raise his child.

  Maybe I could beg him, let him see that I regretted not telling him from the first moment. Maybe that would be enough to have him giving me a second chance. Even if he didn’t, I had to try. He deserved that. No, he deserved so much more. He deserved my complete honesty from the very beginning, not when I could no longer hide it. I glanced up, catching my reflection in the window. I didn’t even recognize myself anymore, much less like myself, and if I couldn’t stand myself, how could I ever expect him to love me. For that was what I wanted more than anything. For Matt to love and forgive me and want to be a part of his child’s life. A dream I shattered by my own actions.

  Matt

  If I had built up any idea of what life would Mae would be like, I would have been wrong. I never could have imagined the steadiness, the comfort, the sheer joy she brought me, just by her presence. My ideas of what sex would be like with her? That I had nearly nailed, but even my fantasies paled in comparison with reality. I nearly wanted to ask if someone had slipped me some drugs, and if they had, could I have some more? Because I never wanted to know what life without Mae was like again.

  As a kid, I'd had shit role models of what a romantic relationship could and should look like. Gracie was my model for unconditional love, but romantic love? I had nothing. At least, nothing positive. I was terrified that I was going to fuck this up with Mae, but I had long learned that the only way to get what you want is to plow right through those fears. I had let complacency lose her once when I didn't really dig to find out where she was. That wouldn't happen again.

  I had cancelled a few small trips to meet with clients since reconnecting with Mae. Nothing had been as important as spending time with her. But the Andersons were one of our biggest clients, and Lucas Anderson was insisting on a personal meeting. Two weeks ago it wouldn't have been a question. Two weeks ago I didn't have Mae.

  The trip would take a week. Besides meeting with the Andersons, there were a few other clients and potential clients I needed to connect with, and I wanted to get them all out of the way at once. Anything that wasn't Mae felt like a nuisan
ce right now, but these nuisances were my bread and butter, they were how I had built my company. I had learned to tend to them even when I didn't feel like it, but I had never been challenged so strongly before.

  But, I had a plan. And I knew how Mae loved plans. She'd said before she'd never been to New York City. I would whisk her away and we'd go to Broadway, to the top of the Statue of Liberty, Central Park—all of the tourist stuff I'd never taken time for before because without someone to share it with, what was the point? She'd be by my side as I discussed business, and afterward we'd recap, and she'd give me that completely different perspective she had of situations. Okay, that may not sound like the sexiest thing ever, but the fact that I knew I could trust Mae as my equal in all parts of my life? Nothing was a bigger turn on.

  "Mr. Dahl?" Cheryl's voice came through the intercom. "Ms. Gomez is here for your ten o'clock."

  I didn't even try to stop the grin that crossed my face. "Send her in, please, Cheryl."

  I stood, buttoning one button of my suit coat, and walked to the front of my desk, leaning against it and crossing my legs. Mae looked slightly intimidated as she walked in. I'd never called her directly to my office before, I realized. Which was a shame. I remembered a stray thought I'd had when I first realized she was here, before we had reconnected, that I should just refashion my office into "Matt's Pleasure Den." The idea still had merit. But instead of a sad, lonely room for one, it would be a sensual, inviting room for two.

  "Stop looking at me like that," Mae said.

  "Like what?" I asked, breaking from my fantasy.

  "Like you're going to eat me." She came to a stop just in front of me setting her purse on my desk before crossing her arms.

  I tugged her forward and she loosened her arms and wrapped them around my waist. "That's a good idea. What do you think? I can lock the door, tell Cheryl to hold my calls..."