Mine.
Ours.
The voice corrected me.
I cleared my throat and pulled back to see the concern marring her face.
“I’m sorry. I don't usually discuss…them. We were having such a lovely evening. It’s been so long—” I said before shaking my head with a sad smile.
“No, please don't apologise. I’m glad you told me,” she said, squeezing my thigh.
Just move her hand a little higher.
The voice sniggered.
I pulled her plate over and lifted the spoon to feed her. She needed the vitamin C.
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The journey back lightened the mood and she spouted information out like a fountain. She recited stories about her mother. When her father remarried when she was teen and how the stepmother took over with her own daughter becoming a priority.
Charlotte understood what it meant to be a mother by the care and love she was given in comparison to Sam’s cruelty. She explained that this was why she wanted a child to love and nurture—the missing piece of my puzzle.
I walked her to her apartment door, but I stood on the doormat until she grabbed my hand and yanked me in. While she made me some coffee, I sneaked a peek at my son’s nursery.
The white blended into several shades of pale blue and grey, each shade stencilled on top of the other to form a stunning piece of art. A cot, a changing table and a dedicated play area were in the small room, but somehow she made it work.
Julia hadn't chosen anything. She wanted a sage green nursery by a top interior decorator. I’d left everything to her. Trusted her. My fingers clenched on the door.
“Do you like it?”
I swung around to face Charlotte, but she had a proud smile on her face.
“I did it all by myself.”
“The room is fit for a prince,” I said, taking the coffee from her. “You have a keen eye for design.”
She is perfect. Look at her. She is glowing with love for Elias.
The voice said as I followed her into her living room. She sat on the couch, and I sat beside her. I placed the coffee on the small table and held her ringless hand.
“I feel a deep connection with you, Charlotte. I know you feel something, too. If this is too soon, I understand.”
She leaned over and placed her hand on the nape of my neck, pulling me down. Her eyes were closed, and she didn't see my satisfied smile of victory. My lips touched hers. My tongue delved deep, mixing coffee with sweet orange. I curled my fingers in her hair while placing the other on the small of her back.
Take her. Ruin her.
The voice said with barely contained excitement.
I softened the kiss, enjoying devouring her mouth and intimacy with another human again. Her hand moved along my thigh, but this time she rubbed her palm over my hard, aching flesh. My grip in her hair tightened, and she moaned, rubbing her breasts against me.
Fuck her the way you should've when Elias was placed inside her, not a clinical procedure. Give her some real cum. Make her taste it. Make her yours.
The voice tormented me, reminding me that I didn't have that opportunity. My nostrils flared as her fingers curled around the tip of my cock. She started to wank me through my trousers. I broke the kiss and we parted, gasping for air.
“Bedroom,” I said, standing up and helping her up.
She guided me to her room. I stepped inside and inhaled the scent of her perfume.
