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When I wasn’t reassuring them, I was sitting through an endless rehearsal while my thoughts were always on Winter and our son. What was he doing now? Playing? What were his favorite toys? What did he look like? How long would it be before I saw him? I had never met the kid, but paternal instinct was a real son of a bitch. It reared up and warned me against startling or confusing him, pushing too hard when he was so young.

Was he anything like me?

Did he ever wonder where I was?

There were other questions, too, the kind that made me feel a little sick when I considered them.

What was Mom doing now?

How was she handling what went down today now that she’d had a little time to process it?

Would she be stupid enough to try to fight me? That one, I highly doubted.

Fighting me would mean running the very high risk of her indiscretions being blasted around town for everyone to hear. They would know how easily she had been tricked by a younger man and had taken company funds for her own use. Her reputation would be tarnished, and she cared about nothing as much as she cared about how people saw her.

It was Winter I was in a hurry to see by the time rehearsal ended, and everyone started wrapping up for the night. Thank Christ. “Can we talk about it tomorrow?” I asked when Harrison and Frank came to me with a question I barely heard. “I swear, you’ll be first on my list in the morning.”

I hardly took the time to listen to their response, determined to get to her after spending hours wondering how she was holding up under everything that had taken place today. For years, she had been afraid to tell me about our son, and it all made sense now. Her determination to keep a distance between us. Her secrecy. She’s been terrified of me finding out and breaking the terms of an agreement she had been forced into making. Now that I knew the truth, I couldn’t understand how I didn’t see it before. Hindsight was like that, though.

My body hummed with anticipation as I rode up in the elevator. I wanted to see her, of course, but I wanted to clear the air too. There were a few things I had been dying to say since her confession in front of the hospital. More than my insatiable curiosity over Liam, I needed her to know she could trust me. I was not my mother and never would be.

Maybe she left. It didn’t occur to me until now, halfway into the suite, that she could have walked out at any point today. Then again, no. If anything, she would have come down to rehearsal because very few things mattered more than her work.

“Winter?” I murmured in case she was still in bed. She wasn’t, but the sight of her clothes hanging over the back of an armchair in the bedroom made me breathe a sigh of relief before I followed the sound of the shower.

The shower’s glass walls gave me a clear view of her as she rinsed shampoo out of her hair. There was no hope of calming my cock, which instantly sprang to attention as I watched suds slide over her wet skin. They rolled over her nipples, around the curves of her perky tits. They slid down the flat plane of her stomach. She must have worked hard to maintain her dancer’s shape, making me appreciate even more her lean thighs, her firm, plump ass.

By the time she looked over her shoulder to find me practically salivating, I was ready to break my zipper. “Are you going to stay there all night, or are you going to join me?” she asked, her husky voice full of deeper meaning.

“How did you know I was standing here?”

Rolling her eyes, she reached for a small bottle of complimentary conditioner left by the cleaning staff. The bright orange scent filled the room when she smoothed some of it over her wet locks. “You’re not invisible,” she explained. “I could see your reflection in the mirror.” Yes, the angle of the mirror over the sink provided a clear view of me lusting over her in the doorway. “Get your ass in here before I’m finished.”

The fact that she’s thinking along these lines could only be a good sign, right? Good sign or not, I couldn’t bring myself to care much as I stripped down to bare skin. I was aching and dripping by the time I opened the shower door and stepped inside. The water was hot, but it was her body I was more interested in, my hands immediately reaching out to slide over her magnetic curves.

“I have an idea.” She turned in place, my hands on her waist, before backing me against the wall. My cock was trapped between us, her body moving against it until my knees were weak. What was this? I wanted to ask, but at the same time, I was a little too deeply engrossed in the moment to want anything to end. I was much more interested in seeing what she had in mind at the moment, going with it, and letting her take the reins.

And when one of her hands closed around my shaft, I knew it was the right move. “It’s been a while since I’ve wrapped my mouth around this thing. I’m wondering if I can still take it.” As she spoke, her hand moved slowly up and down, wiping out every conscious thought in favor of sheer sensation. Desire uncoiled in my gut, overtaking everything else.

“You’d better give it a try,” I urged, my breath quickening when our eyes met. Her lips parted, her breath hitting my face before she delivered one soft, tantalizing kiss that set my soul on fire. This woman. How had I gone so long without this woman?

She slowly kneeled, dragging the tension out until I had to grit my teeth against the impulse to hold her head still and force myself down her throat. Somehow, I managed to stay still, holding my breath as I watched her tongue extend until the tip brushed against the sensitive underside of my head.

“Oh… yes…” I whispered. My knees were going to buckle soon. It was too much already. Too intense, too good. It was all so good.

“Let me see… I need to relax my throat…” She was having fun, but that made everything better. There was nothing worse than an unenthusiastic blow job, but this was the polar opposite. She swirled her tongue around my head, chuckling at the way I groaned at the waves of pleasure that resulted. Every beat of my heart was wrapped up in what she would do next.

Which meant barely holding on for dear life as she took me inside and began lowering her head, wrapping me in wet heat.

“Oh yeah.” With my eyes closed, I tipped my head back, touching the cool tile. My hands found her head and took hold of it as it bobbed up and down. Her hair was slick between my fingers, but it was the sensation of her moans vibrating through me that made my balls lift and my breath come faster. Not yet, hold on. I didn’t want this to end. As far as I was concerned, it could last forever. All of it, for always.

My heart stuttered at the idea of forever, but once I got out of my own way and let the idea wash over me like the water rolling down my body, a deeper satisfaction settled in. Yes, I could do this for always—the two of us against the world.

The pressure from her cheeks increased and slammed me back into the present moment. Her hands sent fire racing over my skin everywhere they touched, nails scraping my abs and making my muscles flutter before she took hold of my hips. It was like she was made to make me fall apart. No matter how much control I held over the rest of my life, there was always this. She could always reduce me to a panting, grunting, weak thing. She held that much power over me.

And I gave it gladly because look where I ended up—feeding her my cock, moving my hips in time with her head bobbing, letting the heat overtake me, her grip on me so tight as she tried to milk my balls dry.

“You are so good at this, Frosty,” I told her, fighting to hold on but losing the battle with every stroke of her tongue against my shaft. Every time her lips touched the ridge of my head, I inched closer to the end. I had no choice. She was determined to make it happen.