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He rolled us over in one smooth motion, sinking fully inside me at the same time. We ended up with me on my back, completely impaled on his dick, as he cupped my face with two hands.

“You’re my old lady. There isn’t a damn thing you can do about it. It’s too late. I told you that you’re mine. I meant it, Ms. Lancaster.”

He was pressed deep inside, but not moving, and it was driving me crazy. I raised my hips and scratched his back, and tried everything to get him to move, but he wasn’t budging. In my distraction, my mouth was running, like always.

“I don’t know how long I’ll be Ms. Lancaster, since my father is looking to disown me. Hey, maybe if I’m your old lady, you’ll let me work at The Clutch?” I babbled away. Cole’s stillness took on another quality.

“What?” he asked, still not fucking me.

I realized what I’d just said. “Nothing. I’m just talking shit⁠—”

“Are you having money problems, Goldilocks?”

I snorted. “If you mean am I totally ignorant of real-world financial issues and dependent on daddy dearest, then, yes, sadly, but I’m going to fix it. You don’t have to worry about it.”

He shook his head slowly, sinking a hand into my hair and tugging my head back as he thrust firmly into me.

“I’m not going to worry about it, baby,” he said in a deep, sinfully hot growl. “But I am going to take care of it.”

“Take care of it?” I repeated, having trouble focusing now that he was fucking me properly.

“Yeah, take care of it. My woman doesn’t worry about money.”

“I won’t take money from you,” I bit out, gasping as he changed tempo and thrust slightly harder.

“You won’t have a choice in the matter,” he muttered, and then swore. “I’m out of condoms.” He started to pull out.

“Wait, I’ve got some,” I panted and reached toward my bedside table, groping around. I pulled out the same box Cole had bought before.

“I saw these and thought of you,” I murmured, and then squealed with laughter as he lunged across me for the box, sending his dick even deeper.

“Thank fuck for that, otherwise I was going to suggest a quick family planning chat.” He pulled out and rolled on a condom while I stared at him.

“Very funny,” I managed after a second. I got what he meant; stopping was torture, but having a kid was hardly an appropriate solution.

He grinned at me as he lined back up with my pussy and sank inside.

“What’s so funny? You, me, a cabin in the woods, a kid to run around barefoot and wild. We’ll swim in the wild, and pick berries, and make fires…”

I stared at him. “You’ve thought about this before?”

He paused with his dick sunk deep. He cocked his head to the side.

“I’m thirty-two years old; of course, I’ve thought about having a family. What man doesn’t long for that?”

“I feel like a lot of men don’t long for that. You don’t date though,” I reminded him. He hadn’t exactly been looking for a wife, or so it had seemed.

He sighed, and moved his cock lazily inside me. “Longing for something, and knowing it can’t be a reality for you, can happen at the same time. Before I met you, I knew that kind of life was out of my reach. I wasn’t going to be like Finn’s dad, and leave behind a widow and child.”

“And now?” I wondered, curling a hand around his neck.

His blue eyes stared steadily into mine. “And now… I don’t know. I warned you not to infect me with your goddamn optimism, and you went and did it anyway.”

My heart clenched hard in my chest at those words.

Cole smoothed a hand down my cheek and cupped my face. “You’ll have to take responsibility for that, Isabelle. It’s your fault. You’ll have to deal with the consequences.” Then he drew his hips out and thrust back inside me, reminding me exactly what we’d been doing before the conversation took a swerve.

“But I’m in no hurry, so back to the job at hand… I want to hear my little sneak scream.”