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Her breath hitches, her pussy strangling my cock, and she orgasms, scratching her nails down my back. The sharp sting triggers my own and I shoot into her cunt.
“My sunshine,” I hiss, pumping every drop. “Mine.”
LISA
“Take my shirt from the closet and wear it.”
I arch a brow at Maxton as he finishes drying me up after our shower. “Should I skip panties underneath?”
“Only if you want me to bend you over the kitchen counter and fuck you,” he replies playfully.
I laugh. “You’re insatiable.”
“Undeniably.” Kissing me softly, he pulls back. “Will you move into my room? I made space in the closet.”
My stomach somersaults. “Are you sure? It’s not even been a day.”
“You promised me forever, remember?” he says.
“I’ll bring my stuff.”
“Good girl.”
Pressing a quick smooch against his mouth, I step back. “I’ll change and make breakfast before the kids wake up.”
Exiting the bathroom, I walk into his walk-in closet and rummage through the cupboards. I grab one of his tees and inhale his scent before putting it on. Curiosity has me surveying where he made space for my clothes.
A rush heightens my body when I realize he isn’t giving me a separate column. Rather, he’s emptied half of his, so my dresses can hang right next to his formal clothes. Even here, he doesn’t want distance between us.
No wonder I fell for him hard and fast.
What am I waiting for then? I need to tell him.
I’m shutting the cupboard and the drawers when something at the bottom stops me in my tracks. It looks like a small old notebook. A couple of torn papers peeking out. It’s vaguely familiar. I pick it up.
When I flip to the first page, I stare dumbfounded. My heart racing a mile.
It’s mine.
My science class notebook from high school. It has the notes written inside for the project Maxton and I paired up for. It’s in the perfect condition, like someone held on to it with care and love.
Oh my god!
Maxton kept it as a memory of us.
Wordlessly, I carry it outside just as Maxton exits the bathroom wearing another pair of pants.
“You lied to me,” I whisper.
He looks up and swallows nervously at seeing the notebook in my hand. “What did I lie about?”
“That you had a crush on me.”
“I did, Lisa.” His tone is soft and heartfelt. “I wanted you so badly.”
“No. It wasn’t a crush. You… You loved me.
Do… you—” I murmur nervously while my heart thuds like a drum.
“—still, Max? Because I love you. So much that even forever seems short. I want you to know I’ve fallen for the man inside you, your precious heart.
The outside is just the cherry on the top.
I’d fall in love with every version of you, Max. ”
His hands flex at his sides and in the next breath, he’s on me. “I love you too, Lisa Madden. Hopelessly and obsessively. I’ve only ever loved you.”
Emotions overwhelm me and I cry tears of happiness, throwing my arms around him. He crushes my body against him, burying his face against my neck.
“You light up my world, sunshine.”
It’s the other way around.
Maxton and I can’t keep our eyes or hands off each other. As I feed a bottle to Millie, who woke up before Leo, Maxton and I keep stealing glances as he bakes pancakes for us.
I feel complete.
Like my life’s purpose has been accomplished. Like it was fate who brought me back here. The fire lit a flame in our souls, tying us forever.
Millie lets the bottle go with a pop after finishing every drop. I wipe her mouth with a towel and walk over to the sink while she sits in her seat. While my daughter is too young, we still need to explain our relationship to Leo.
I want him to accept me, not that he’s given any indication he dislikes me.
Light footsteps pitter-patter into the open space kitchen. I turn around to see a sleepy Leo walking in our direction while rubbing his eyes. He first sees Millie, who jumps in excitement, and he gives her a big, toothy grin.
Noticing his dad next, he tilts his head and mumbles, “Daddy, where’s Mommy?”
My body locks tight while my hope dies.
It’s the first time I’ve heard him ask about his mother.
Maxton freezes too, but recovers fast and carefully walks over to Leo, picking him up in his arms. “Who, son?”
“Mommy, she leave?”
“Oh, Leo, I told you it’s just us.”
Leo’s eyes turn watery, shattering my heart. I take a step forward just as he swings his gaze in my direction. “Mommy!” he yells, smiling wide. “Daddy, you lie. There’s Mommy.”
My world tilts as I blink rapidly.
Surely, he didn’t just call me mom?
Jumping down from his dad’s embrace, he sprints toward me and raises his arms. I heft him into my arms and he cups my face. “Will you make me pancakes, Mamma?”
I stifle the gasp. I’m too scared to peer at Maxton.
I don’t want him to think I crossed any boundaries.
Leo stares at me earnestly and I’m at a loss. A part of me wants to say yes. He’s wormed his way into my heart too.
A second later, I feel Maxton’s body heat on my side. He’s holding Millie when I twist my head. Tucking my hair behind my ear, he simply asks, “Will you, sunshine?”
The knot in my chest unfurls and tears burn my eyes as I reply in a shaky voice, “Yes, I would love to.”
“Yay!” Leo exclaims. “Can I feed Mil?”
I’m still absorbing the pivotal moment to chuckle at his request.
“She can’t eat yet, little man,” Maxton replies. “But you can sit beside her while you eat yours.”
“Okay.” Turning to me, Leo says, “I want lots of choco syrup, Mommy.”
I can’t hold back my tears as I smile through them. Kissing his cheek, I answer, “Coming right up.”
He runs to sit at the dinner table after I put him down.
Maxton pulls me flush against him. Millie squished between us. Tilting my head, he presses his lips against mine and kisses deeply. “Thank you for being a mother to my son, Lisa.”
With that, he releases me to go to Leo. I watch the three of them and my heart feels like it could burst from joy.
As I make the pancakes, there’s a smile on my face.
Minutes later, I lean against the island and look at my kids as they sit side by side. Maxton comes up behind me, circling an arm around my waist, and rests his chin on my shoulder. I feel his palm cover mine and slide something on my finger.
I gasp when I look down.
A diamond ring glimmers back at me.
“Marry me, Lisa.” Twirling me around, he cages me against the island.
Love and adoration shine in his eyes. “We’re already a family.
I want to make it official. Be my wife and a mother to my son.
And if you’ll let me, I want to adopt Millie and raise her as my daughter.
Say yes and make me the luckiest man alive. ”
“Yes!” I cry out. “To all of it. A hundred times yes.”
His mouth crushes against mine and I taste his tears too. And his smile. His glee. His love. “Thank you for coming back into my life. I’m never letting you go.”
“I’m not going anywhere. You’re my home now, Maxton.”
“And you’re mine.”
Simran is an Indian dark romance author, whose books range from contemporary to taboo, with filthy-mouthed morally grey men, sassy heroines, plots with twists you don’t see coming, and spice that’ll have you on fire.