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“We’re all alone right now.”

“I can’t believe you’re using sex to change my mind.”

“I’m not. We’re still going later this week, whether or not you like the plan.”

Wes scooted her over on the table so that she was in front of him. “I have to tell you. When Matt caught us kissing. I wasn’t sure how that would go. But you talked to him like he deserved that conversation.”

She propped up on her elbows. “He did. Age-appropriate and to the point.”

“You are single-handedly resurrecting my belief in what a family could look like. You should know that. I didn’t have that growing up. I didn’t have that when I thought I was going to marry my ex. I didn’t even realize it until now.”

He was doing the same for her. She didn’t doubt it; she just thought she’d lost out. Wes proved time and again that the possibility of a happily ever after wasn’t just for romance novels. Everything she never knew she needed was in this man. Strength. Fortitude. Security.

His palms ran up her thighs, pulling her dress higher until her legs were bare. Bailey tugged his shirt up. He tossed it aside and took her mouth in a hungry, needy kiss that drew her eyelids closed, melted her muscles, and lit a fire in her blood.

He pulled her dress overhead and let it drop with his shirt. “Damn, you’re beautiful.”

She felt that way in his arms. Actually, she’d felt that way from the moment he walked back into her life, standing at her office door, watching him surprise her. He’d drunk her in, even before either of them knew what was happening.

Bailey slid to her knees and caressed his bulging, rigid length. She unfastened his shorts. He helped her slide his clothes away. She nuzzled her cheek against his cock, peppering kisses along the V-cut of muscle, his hip, his thigh, until her tongue licked the length of his shaft.

He shifted at her touch, dropping his head back when she repeated the lazy lick until her tongue swirled along the crown of his gorgeous cock. His hand speared through her hair. He didn’t force her head down or flex his hips up. It was as if he simply needed to touch her.

She took his thickness in her mouth, bobbing down as her hand moved up, sliding her grip down as she sucked to the top of him.

Her eyes opened. His locked on hers.

“Just like that,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “Fuck. Yeah. Just like that.”

She used her hands on his length, on his sac. She listened as his breath shook, reveling in the way this man trembled under her touch.

“Take your bra off.”

She lifted her eyes to him. He nodded. Bailey didn’t pull away, but did as he asked. Wes groaned when she returned her hands to work with her mouth. His body tensed. His hips rocked.

“Give me your eyes.”

Her eyes watering, her eyelashes fluttering, she returned them to Wes. His mouth gaped. His hips rocked. His hand covered one of hers, working his length until she was certain he’d come in her mouth.

“I’m going to cover your tits.”

She nodded, desperate for him to mark her. To possess her in a way that felt so personal and possessive.

“Bailey, fuck.” He drew away from her mouth and used her hand to pump his cock, spurting his release across her breasts.

His grip weakened. He dropped his head back. She sat on her heels, having no idea what to do with his orgasm on her chest but having never felt so alive, so needed, so absolutely craved before.

“Good fuckin’ God, woman.”

She laughed about how perfect he was, how free she felt, how she could tell him anything, and he’d give her what she asked.

He scooped his shirt off the floor and wiped her chest, then again swept her into his arms and carried her to bed.

Chapter Twenty-Four

It took Bailey two weeks to convince Wes that snooping around the condo wouldn’t land them straight in jail. She arranged a playdate for Matt. They took her Jeep, drove north, and dropped Wes at her office to dig through research they hadn’t brought to Granite Creek. While he looked, she arrived at the Cosgrove estate just in time for Mary to take Matt to meet his friend.

Bailey had often wondered how someone like Mary worked for Angus and Kimbra for so long. Mary Lacey seemed like a good person, and the Cosgroves could be insufferable. Then again, for Mary, working for the Cosgroves was just a well-paying job. If she hated her job, she had decided to do it anyway.