This was a thin, dangerous place for her to tread.“You should go back to bed.”
For a moment, he thought she was going to obey.She slipped off the desk and went toward the door.But instead of continuing through it, she stopped.She took a framed picture from the wall then turned to face him.“Is this your dad?”
He should spank her, distract her, make her put it back, anything, including making her go away.Should.But he didn’t.
“Your eyes are like his.Yours and Connor’s both.”
The photograph was one of Jeffrey sitting behind this same desk.His grandfather, the Colonel, was in the guest chair.Cade guessed his father to be about nineteen, maybe twenty.The oldest son about to come into his inheritance and obligations, a symbolic transfer of power from one generation to the next.William was smiling for a change, his chest big and proud.The future looked bright for the Donovan dynasty.And it might have even been the same summer he’d met Cade’s mother.
“Do you ever let anyone in?”she asked.
“No.”
“Whatever it is, it’s not made better by harboring it.”
“There are things you can’t understand.”
“Are there?”She tipped her head to the side.“You may be a Donovan and all that entails.You may be larger than life to some.You may be a badass Dom.You may have cut yourself off from the world.But there’s still a world out there.All of us have pain.All of us suffer in some way.And a whole hell of a lot of times, there are people we can gain strength from.A burden shared is a burden halved.”
As if anything could undo the past, bring his father back.“Do you really believe those platitudes?”
“Yeah.A long talk and a piece of my mother’s chocolate cake helps a lot of things.”
Chocolate cake and conversation?“Are you trying to be insulting?”
“No.”She winced.“That was never my intention.I only wanted to help.”
Now he felt like an ass.
“I apologize for intruding.”She put the picture back then took a moment to make sure it was perfectly straight.“No, actually, that’s a lie.I don’t apologize at all.Come back to bed.”
“I’ll be there soon.”
She moved toward him in her bare feet and barely covered body.
Since he knew she was going to be persistent and because he was experiencing an unwelcome twinge of remorse, he dropped his legs to the floor.
She pushed his chair back from the desk then straddled him.This woman might have been sexually inexperienced, but she was braver, bolder than any other woman he’d been with.His remoteness kept others at bay.But it seemed to beckon her.
With infinite gentleness that was stronger than anything he’d known, she placed one palm in the middle of his chest, over his heart.
It was just the two of them, in the nighttime silence, no words needed.This was a form of intimacy foreign to him.It made him nervous.It gave him peace.
In all of his relationships, he’d been in total control.Even as a kid, he’d rejected his mother’s comfort.None of that seemed to matter to the persistent Sofia.
“Come to bed,” she repeated.
Denim separated them, but his cock responded when she rocked forward to hug him.
And now he didn’t know what in the hell to do.
In a sexy move consistent with a more experienced woman, she gyrated her hips, stroking herself over him.That got through to him.“Your pussy is going to be so sore you won’t want sex for weeks.”
She pulled back and looked at him.“Big words, Cade.”
“That bratting conversation is coming,” he vowed.
“Can it wait until after you put your dick in me?”
