Page 61 of The Pilot

“I like knowing I can make you lose that legendary control you’re so known for,” she said with a proud smile.

“You do,” he said, not ashamed in the least to admit it. “But I’m going to do my damnedest to last longer than ten seconds this time. You too sensitive? You think you can come again?”

“No, and yes. Maybe not right away, but you feel so good, Linc. You’ve done things to me that I’ve never experienced before. It’s always been difficult to make myself come, but I swear all you have to do is look at me with those fuck-me eyes and I’m a goner.”

Linc chuckled, then jerked in surprise with how good that felt as he was buried deep inside her pussy. “I think I’m the goner,” he told her.

The next thirty minutes were some of the most erotic of Linc’s life. He managed not to come right away, and to get Harper to orgasm twice more before he finally let himself go. The sheets were a mess, they were both sweaty, and he had no idea where their clothes ended up. But he’d never been more satisfied.

To his amazement, he fell into a light doze with Harper in his arms after he came deep inside her body for the second time—only slightly resentful of the condom as he removed it right before they fell asleep.

He woke up before Harper, as he’d done earlier, and had the chance to study her as she slept. She really was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, even more so after several orgasms and absolutely relaxed. He had no idea what was wrong with the modeling agencies in New York. Why they hadn’t snatched her up the second she’d sauntered onto the scene all those years ago.

“How long was I asleep?” she asked groggily when she finally stirred.

“Not too long. Just over an hour.”

“Hmmmmm.” She stretched against him, and while his cock twitched, it seemed as if it’d had enough . . . for the moment. Linc had no doubt tonight would be another story, and he’d be going at her as if it was their first time all over again. He’d probably always be quick to come with her, but he honestly didn’t mind. He knew it was because she was so sexy and he loved her so much. But he’d always make sure she was satisfied, even if he was a two-second wonder.

“Thanks for remembering the condom,” she said after a moment. “I was a second away from taking you without it.”

“How do you feel about more kids?” He hadn’t meant to ask, but it was another important discussion, especially since he had no plans to lose this woman.

“Honestly?”

“Of course.”

“I don’t want them,” Harper admitted. “Don’t get me wrong, I love Kash with everything I am. He’s the best thing that ever happened to me, even if the circumstances of his creation were horrible. But being a mother is the most difficult thing I’ve ever done. I don’t think I have it in me to do it again. Even if I had a partner this time. I just . . . maybe I’m selfish, but I feel as if I’m just starting to find myself again. Having kids is a full-time job, and I want to experience life not being stressed all the time.”

“Shhhh, you don’t have to justify your feelings. Not with me. I hadn’t thought much about children, never really wanted any, but since spending time with Kash, I could see myself raising a kid . . . with you. But I don’t need a child with my DNA to feel complete. I love Kash. He’s awesome, and I love teaching him stuff, and having him teach me things as well. But babies?” He shook his head. “I don’t really want one.”

Harper stared at him for a long moment. “So we’re on the same page?”

“Looks like it.”

“I’ve wanted to get my tubes tied for a while now but couldn’t afford it. Just as I couldn’t afford birth control.”

“I know you don’t like to use my money, but I hope you’ll reconsider in this case, because it affects both of us. We can talk about it more later, but in the meantime, I’ll be responsible for birth control for us. I’ll protect you. I can even go a step further and admit that I’ve already talked to my doctor about a vasectomy.”

“You have? Isn’t that a permanent thing? What if you change your mind?”

“They can be reversed, but in my case it would be permanent. I’m not going to change my mind.”

“Will your mom be upset?”

Linc’s eyebrow rose. “My sperm belongs to me, not my mother.”

Harper grimaced. “Yeah, that made more sense in my head than it did when I said it out loud. Sorry.”

Linc took a deep breath and decided to say what he was thinking. He could either crash and burn or put their relationship on a sturdier heading with what he said next. “I was actually afraid that you’d say you might want one, or two, or three more kids . . . because I think that’s the only thing that could keep me from admitting that I’m falling for you, Harper. I look forward to you coming home from work, and I like taking care of you, watching you blossom, now that you don’t have the weight of the world on your shoulders. And I like how you take care of me in return.”

Harper licked her lips as she stared up at him.

“Like this trip. You took it on yourself to plan it, to get the room reservations, to plan things for us to do. It means a lot. But wanting more children . . . it would’ve been a deal-breaker for me.”

“Linc—” she started, but he shook his head, stopping her from saying anything else.

“No, I’m not done. I was scared to tell you about my insomnia. Thought you might see it as a weakness. My own family doesn’t know the extent of my nightmares and inability to sleep through the night. But you didn’t even blink. Even scolded me for thinking you’d care.