“Please…Rowen, I can’t—”
“You can,” I told her, keeping my voice low and commanding. “You will.”
Her face twisted, body tight and shaking as I picked up speed, pulling another orgasm out of her, though this one lacked the previous splashing. She looked tormented and euphoric all at once, moaning my name half-heartedly with her eyes closed, gasping for breath.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” I panted as I withdrew my fingers to lick them clean, moaning as I ate the last remaining bit of her juices.
She let go of her thighs, but she didn’t move much more than that, half-asleep already. Her body was shuddering as small rivers of tears ran down her temples.
I pressed my lips to her stomach then her chest, planting a firm kiss on her lips before sliding my tongue inside her mouth. She mewled, trying to kiss me back, but she was nearly limp.
When I pulled back, a smile spread on my face. She was a beautiful sight, all radiant and ruined, tired from her surrender.
She finally blinked up at me, but her eyes were glazed. Her lips even parted like she was going to say something, but no sound came out.
I held her tight, pressing kisses to her forehead as her breathing steadied and slowed until she was asleep. Reluctantly, I pulled away, slipping out of bed to grab a warm cloth. I cleaned her up slowly, gently, wiping her thighs and stomach, taking extra care not to wake her.
She stirred slightly when I pulled the waterproof sheets out from under her and replaced them with clean ones. By the time I tucked her in, she was out cold again.
After tossing the soaked sheets into the washer, I returned to our bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed, watching her sleep. My finger traced her face, the lines of her lips and her soft eyebrows. She looked so innocent, so small.
She deserved the fucking world and everything in it.
I wasn’t the best at being soft and tender, but there would come a day when another little girl would be in this house.
Our daughter.
She’d watch the way I loved her mom, watch me spoil and worship her, protect her from everything dangerous in the world.
I would be the one to set the example of what love looked like, of what our little girl needed to search for when she grew up. I had to do better. I needed to show Avery I could love her the way she deserved, show her she was more than just my obsession, my perfect little fucktoy. She was my universe.
I reached down and tucked a strand of hair behind Avery’s ear, smiling as she sighed in her sleep.
I wasn’t planning on telling her about the deep thoughts I was having, but I’d show her—every goddamn day. And one day, she’d look at me and see the man who was willing to do anything for her, see the man who was stepping up and giving her everything, not the monster who locked her away.
I lifted the covers and lowered my head to her stomach, pressing a soft kiss there.
One day.
Avery stirred, a tiny whimper slipping out.
So, I brushed my lips against her ear and whispered, “I’ve got you, baby.”
“Ihave a few suggestions to make regarding your launch,” he said to his client, smiling at me when I appeared in the doorway of his office.
“Can I come in?” I mouthed.
When he nodded, I stepped inside and walked over to him, being careful not to step in the camera’s view, but that didn’t mean I was above distracting Rowen. I stopped in front of his desk and pulled my shirt up.
Rowen’s jaw ticked, his eyes darkening with every passing second.
The client said something back to him, but I wasn’t paying much attention. Neither was Rowen.
“Hey, Kyle, can you give me just a moment?” He smiled at his client, but even I could see the way he was barely restraining himself, the way his neck muscles were tight, his nostrils flaredwith deep breaths. “I have something I need to take care of right quick before we keep going.”
He clicked a couple of buttons and rose from his seat. My feet were cemented to the floor, eyes glued to him as he stalked around his desk, his gaze never leaving mine.
The way my body responded to him before his hands ever touched me was intense, heavy. I could already feel his fingers brush my skin, his lips against mine.
