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“Oh, fuck,” she moaned, bracing her hands on the desk behind her.

“Yeah, you want more?” I asked.

“Yes, please,” she begged more. “Please.”

I dropped my pants and kissed her, just waiting to feel her around me. Chloe’s eyes widened as I slid inside. I took in every line of her face—her beautiful blue eyes, round cheeks, the strong chin our child already possessed, and full cherry-red lips. She looked like an angel, even if what we were up to was far from the gallant column of a church bulletin.

“God, just fuck me,” Chloe gasped in a whisper, locking her legs around me as I thrust slow and deep.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Chloe,” I said. “I want to soak you up.”

“Before I morph into the untouchable?” Chloe pulled away.

I pulled her chin to mine. “No. There is no doubt in my mind you’ll always be beautiful. Just… I want to soak up this view of you happy—finally. I missed that woman.”

Tears welled and I hesitated.

She murmured, “I’m sorry. I don’t… that’s just really beautiful. I missed her, too.”

“I can stop.”

She shook her head. “No. I want to have all of it. All the devilishness and the absolutely ridiculousness—all of it with you. I want every stolen moment, okay? But not because we have to hide, but because we can’t control ourselves.”

I grinned and resumed. “I can handle that, baby.”

Chloe’s nostrils flared as she gripped the desk until her knuckles turned white. She panted, truly desperate for release. A crimson flush rose up her neck. She was close. I just wanted to watch her come.

“Come for me, baby,” I said. “Come for me, Chloe.”

She nodded and bit her lip before her eyes rolled back. She dropped her head, needing a moment to compose herself, lest she scream. I couldn’t help but smile. Fuck! I loved how free and unashamed she was.

Chloe returned her gaze to mine and pulled me into a kiss. I picked up speed, cupping her ass and sliding my hands between her and the desk. She bit my lip playfully, then continued the deep kiss she’d started. I wouldn’t last much longer. Tongues tangled, lips pressed, I came with one last thrust.

It took a moment to come down from the high and pull away, taking Chloe in. She stared up at me with that same grin I loved, propped on locked arms.

“See, we got away with it,” Chloe giggled.

“Did you get what you needed, Chloe?” I asked.

“Yes, daddy. I did,” Chloe said just to elicit embarrassment.

I shook my head. “You’re really bad.”

“Get yourself together,” Chloe slowly lowered from the desk. “Go tell my mom what you think of her house—minus this bit.”

“This was an extra add-on to the tour, right?” I joked.

She winked. “And I didn't even charge you for it.”

40. MORTIFYING

COLE

“She’s so perfect, Dad. I don’t want to have to send her back in a few months,” Piper said.

In Fable’s stall, we ate burgers as Piper took in the precious happy minutes after a big ride. I elected to bring her straight home from O’Hare to the barn, packing her riding gear with Chloe’s help. It was the best surprise. But as excited as I was to tell Piper the truth about this horse, I worried about my other news. I refused to delay it. It wasn’t fair to her.

“She’s yours,” I said. “If it works, we will buy her. We already paid the deposit.”