Page 25 of Single Mom's Undoing

Harder. Faster.

I feel myself at the edge again, and as I sense the orgasm crashing through me, I welcome it all. The deluge, the release, the mindless thrusting as Damon goes harder, deeper still. I am clenched tightly around him, hot and pulsating like an exploding star.

“Fucking hell, Clara,” Damon grunts as he empties himself into me, finding his own release.

I can feel his heat. The delicious tingle traveling through my limbs as I melt, as I finally unravel and abandon myself in the arms of these men.

“That’s a good girl,” Carter says, gently kissing my forehead before he brings his hand up and licks my juices from his fingertips. “A very good girl.”

“Oh, damn,” I whisper, the afterglow quick to set in. “What have I done?”

“Precisely what you wanted to,” Damon replies and collapses on top of me, eager to kiss my lips, my nose, my cheeks, to shower me with the kind of affection I have always longed for. “And we’re just getting started.”

We’re just getting started.

The thought exhilarates and scares me at the same time.

7

CARTER

I’m nervous and excited.

Any minute now, Clara is going to walk through the front door of Vanguard, ready for her first day on the job.

Two days ago, we reconnected in ways I didn’t think were possible. Damon has been walking on a cloud ever since. Jace is yearning to join us. And I’m still reeling, preparing myself for the inevitable push.

Because that’s what Clara does. As soon as she gets close, she starts pushing us away.

“Good morning,” she says as the front doors open wide for her.

She looks stunning. Motherhood has certainly brought out her best features, though I know she carries some deep insecurities on the matter. I intend to shatter each and every one of them.

“Good morning,” I reply with a broad smile, feeling my cocktwitch at the sight of her. My body temperature is quick to rise in her presence. “Glad to see you, Clara.”

“Thank you for the opportunity,” she says.

Her red hair is combed into a neat bun at the base of her neck. Her makeup is minimal and flawless. The soft green pantsuit she’s wearing hugs her figure in all the right places while her low heels click defiantly across the marble floor of our lobby.

“I hope you didn’t have any trouble finding the place,” I say.

“Kind of hard to miss this palatial mastodon, even in a constantly developing region like Blackthorn Falls. You kind of stand out.”

“Good. That was the whole point.”

She looks around, eyes wide with wonder as her designer mind registers every detail. I know she appreciates the mix between the old colonial architecture and the more modern elements. The minimalist, brushed brass wall sconces catch her attention, as do the luscious black tables against the silk wallpaper.

“It’s huge,” Clara says.

“And this is just the lobby,” I chuckle. “Would you like a tour?”

“If I’ve got time before I need to report to the boss,” she replies with a wink.

“It’s your first day. There’s no rush. Besides, Damon and Jace are still out on the training grounds with the new recruits. They’ll be joining us for the operational briefing in about an hour.”

I guide her across the lobby and into the eastern hallway that leads into the office wing of the mansion. The floor-to-ceiling windows give us a full view of a sprawling back garden that extends into the company’s training grounds.

“Oh, I can see them from here,” Clara says, pausing by one of the windows.