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ChapterTwenty-Three
Willa
His skin was warm as my nails dug into his back with each satisfying thrust. That was the thing about Damien. He ran hot in every way. His temper was usually like an erupting volcano. The tenderness he showed me caught me off guard. I thought he’d run for the hills when he heard I was pregnant, but he didn’t. He wanted to be a part of his child’s life, and suddenly, my feelings for him grew stronger than ever. I was in love with this handsome man—my husband—a man I accidentally married in Vegas after only knowing him for a few hours.
“God, I’ve missed this,” I whispered.
“You have no idea.” His thrusts became stronger.
I gripped the sheets and moaned as an orgasm tore through me. Damien picked up the pace, grunting my name as he exploded inside me. His body dropped on mine, his warm lips pressing against my neck as our racing hearts began to calm. Rolling off me, he lay on his back, and I snuggled against him, resting my head on his muscular chest.
“I missed you, Willa.” His arm tightened around me.
“I missed you, too.” My finger traced tiny circles across his chest.
I lay there, feeling the beat of his heart against my ear. I wanted to tell him how much I loved him, but he was still fragile from the baby news, and I didn’t want to push it. I slept like a baby in his arms the entire night, until morning came and a wave of nausea swept over me.
My eyes flew open as I placed my hand over my mouth and lay there momentarily, hoping it would pass. It didn’t. Jumping out of bed, I ran into the bathroom and hovered over the toilet.
“Are you okay?” Damien walked into the bathroom and held my hair back.
“I would be if I could throw up,” I said. Nothing was coming up, so I stood up, and he wrapped his arms around me.
“Good morning.” His lips pressed against the top of my head.
“Good morning.”
“Why don’t you get back in bed while I shower?” he said.
“That sounds like a good idea.” I smiled, reaching up and kissing his lips.
He started the shower, and I returned to bed. Grabbing my phone from the nightstand, I stared at all the orders for boxes that came through overnight. Thank God, I moved everything into storage, or it would all probably be ruined from smoke damage. Another fifty orders overnight. It was getting harder and harder to manage this on my own.
“I thought you were sleeping.” Damien smiled, walking into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.
“I was just checking my phone. Another fifty box orders came through overnight.”
“I want you to do something for me today,” he said. “I want you to print out a report of your expenses and sales.”
“Why?” My brows furrowed.
“Just humor me.” He smiled, walking over to my side of the bed and kissing me. “I have to get ready for work.”
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Damien
I woke up feeling like today was the first day of the rest of my life.
“Good morning, Christine.” I strolled into my office.
“Morning, boss. Coffee?”
“Yes, please.” I set my briefcase down.
Christine set the cup of warm liquid on my desk. “You seem like you’re in a good mood today.” She grinned.
“I am.” I smiled.