“I have plenty. I’ll tell my parents first, or Bernadette. Then let your dad know, because he’ll probably want to speak to mine.” She tipped her head so she could see me better. “This’ll have implications for our firms.”
“It will. Possibly big ones. I’ll step away if I need to.” Because there wasn’t much I wasn’t go to do for her. Her and my kids.
“You won’t need to. We’ll merge the firms. It would make sense anyway given the sizes of opposite offices in London and New York, but that’s not a worry for now.” She nuzzled my chest, easing me into a state of peace that I’d long since forgotten existed.
It was an interesting response. “You’ve thought about us being together then. You’d thought about the firms.”
“It’s pretty much all I’ve thought about for the last week. I thought I was going insane. I don’t anymore. I think this is the sanest thing I’ve ever done.” She shifted again, moving the cover back off us and straddling me, her body exposed which meant I wasn’t going to have much attention for anything else.
My hands went to her hips, having a good idea of what she had planned for the next half an hour or so.
“There is one thing. You never properly answered it the other night.” Her finger trailed patterns on my chest.
I’d agree to anything right now.
“I asked if you would have more kids.” Her hand stopped moving. “Marrying you means I become a step-mam to Max, Jackson, Claire and Callum, and I’ll be what they need to the best I can. I will love them like I birthed them myself, but I would still like my own as well. If I can.”
“A big family.”
“A very big family. Not immediately. In a couple of years when everything’s calmer.”
“But we can practice now?” I cupped her breasts, her nipples growing harder. All thoughts of merging practices, flights home and the chaos I was about to face were sapped from my head.
“We can practice now.” She shifted her hips, taking hold of my cock that was hard and keen.
I watched as she played with it, rubbing it against her clit, raising her hips so she could tease the tip at her entrance, her juices glinting at the tip. I carried on playing with her tits, wellaware of what she liked best now, knowing she was turned on when I was looking at them, or sucking on them.
It seemed like forever before she sunk her hips down on to my cock and started to ride me, her hands braced on my shoulders to help her balance. I let her find her rhythm, her tight heat tensing on my cock.
“You’re pussy feels so fucking good. You fuck my cock so well.”
Her head tipped back as I said the words, her rhythm faulting. I plucked her nipples, eliciting a moan that had my balls tightening.
That was my resolve broken. I gripped her hips, sitting myself up and started to lift her up and down, my hips moving in the same rhythm, plundering her deeper each time. Her muscles tightened further, her breath became uneven, her body boneless. She came with a sob, her cunt milking my cock almost painfully and I spilled again into her, thanking whichever fairy godmother had dealt me this hand of cards.
Afterwards, we cleaned up, making use of the big bath in her apartment, and we talked about everything apart from work yet again. The sun set over the city. We ate take out and watched as dusk turned into night.
I told her I loved her again before we fell asleep, limbs tangled, and I promised I wouldn’t wake her when I left in a few hours because I didn’t want to say goodbye.
CHAPTER 9
SEPH
Rose sat at the kitchen table with my parents, showing them a video on her tablet that went through the procedure she’d be having in a couple of weeks. She was matter of fact about it, able to explain in detail exactly what was going to happen and how it worked. There was no fear in her voice, or worry. None of that had been there since after her second appointment, when the specialist had spoken to her about what would happen rather than us and she’d asked most of the questions.
She was bright and quick and curious and I was so incredibly proud of her and the person she was already, never mind what she would become.
“How worried are you about this, Rosie?” My mum asked, offering Rose a chocolate which she took.
Rose shrugged. “There’s no point being too worried about it because the procedure has to happen. I’m nervous about it because I’ve never had anaesthetic before but I know it’s unlikely to go wrong.”
She spoke with precision which was a tell for me that secretly she was still holding everything together. When Rose wasworried she really thought about her words and how to answer a question. She was rarely impetuous or impulsive, instead she was sometimes over-cautious and an over-thinker.
My mum knew that too.
“I think you’re being very sensible. I spoke to someone I know – another specialist – about what you’re having done and he said it was a very common procedure to do and wouldn’t be worried about it either. What are you going to do after it’s happened?” Mum sounded practical, which was meant to be reassuring, and it was.
Rose smiled, and this wasn’t a forced one. “Read. I can have a week off school so I’m going to read. I’ve found a new series and I’m saving reading it until after the procedure and I really want to read it now.”
