“When I don’t think you can stoop even lower, you go and do that. I don’t want you here, but it would seem that it doesn’t matter what I do or don’t want. You’re going to do whatever the hell you want, regardless. I don’t want to sleep with you, and using the guy I fell in love with, is insulting. He’s not real because he’s all lies. You’re the one who is real, and this man I want nothing to do with.” She went to step away, but Wolfe caught her.
“Really? You have no feelings for me at all?” Wolfe asked.
“You think I could ever love you? The way you are. You threatened to take my son away from me. I will never fall in love with you.”
He smirked. “Baby, I didn’t say anything about love. Far from it, I want to know if you want this.” He gripped the back of her head and slammed his lips down on hers, taking the kiss he’d been wanting since she’d walked into his office that afternoon.
If only his PI was close by to get a view of this kiss and to snap some pictures, he would be able to get what he wanted, but this was going to take more than pictures. He wanted to convince Rachel to stay with him.
Sliding his tongue across the seam of her lips, she let a little gasp, exactly what he’d been waiting for, and he plunged in, deepening the kiss.
The hands on his chest stopped trying to push him away. She gripped his shirt in her fist, and he moved her until her back hit the wall.
Taking hold of her hands, he slammed them up against the wall, holding her in place.
He’d never kissed her like this, and he certainly hadn’t felt her respond like this either. With one hand holding both of hers captive above her head, with the other, he slowly caressed down, feeling her shake. He didn’t break from the kiss as he cupped her tit, feeling the hard bud of her nipple against his palm. She let out a little moan, and he captured it. Running his thumb across the beaded point, he wanted her to scream his name, to cry out, but he didn’t want to give her a chance to even think.
Removing his hand from her tit, he cupped her between her thighs. The jeans she wore stopped him from feeling just how wet she was. She had on too many clothes, and he needed her to be completely mindless.
How long had it been since she came?
Had she waited the five years, or had she touched herself thinking about him? He’d been the first one to give her an orgasm, and he’d vowed to be the last. Did she take matters into her own hands? If so, he wanted to see her touching herself, and making herself come—that would be fucking glorious.
“Mom? Dad?”
Wolfe didn’t get a chance to control the kiss as their son interrupted the moment.
Rachel pulled out of his arms, shaking a little. Her lips were swollen. “Hey sweetheart, did you have a bad dream?”
“I dreamt sharks were chasing me again,” Benjamin said.
Wolfe was really glad the counter was between them as his cock was fucking hard, achingly so. He’d only just gotten started.
Rachel bent down, picking up their son, and Wolfe was overcome by such a sharp wave of possession seeing her do that. It was a motherly thing to do, but he’d never seen it with his own eyes, only through the lens of a camera.
“I’m going to put him to bed.”
“Mommy, I want you both to do it,” Benjamin said.
“Oh, okay. If your father wants to,” Rachel said. She looked toward him, and he knew she wanted him to refuse.
“I’d love to.”
“Great,” Rachel said.
She needed to realize he wasn’t going anywhere. Following Rachel upstairs, he admired her ass even as she carried their son.
She walked down the shortest corridor known to man and entered their son’s room. Benjamin had told him all about his decorated room, and now he knew who the Ryan was that had helped them.
He hadn’t been some guy from a decorating crew like he originally thought. Ryan was the little asshole who thought he could take his wife and son. Well, he was going to be in for a shock because he wasn’t leaving, and now he had another plan. He was going to get Rachel pregnant. It would certainly put to bed any risk of them having a divorce, and stop anyone from thinking they could take his place.
Rachel was his, and no one else was ever going to have her.
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Rachel had never seen Wolfe with their son. She heard all the details from Benjamin, but their nighttime routine where he tells a story, or sings to him, she didn’t get to see or hear about.