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Natalie

N atalie was not ready for their time to be over, but she understood why Sven needed to take it. Although she was interested in keeping things going, she felt funny there without a shirt on. In the heat of the moment, the difference in their bodies didn’t even cross her mind but then she was there, kneeling before him, topless, feeling a little too soft next to his chiseled features. Plus, it seemed like this was a conversation he might want some privacy for anyway, so she got up off the floor and made her way into the kitchen to retrieve her discarded hoodie.

She slipped it over her head as Sven talked with his lawyer. She was surprised he stayed on the couch to have the conversation and even more surprised at the length of their short conversation.

Moving back into the living room, she wasn’t sure if she should ask, but Sven didn’t seem to care because he said, “That was my lawyer. There was a hit when she tried to sell the memorabilia she stole.”

“And you don’t want to call the police?”

“I don’t know... Do you think I should?”

“I think that’s your decision,” she said as she sat next to him.

He laid his head back on the couch, his fist grabbing his hair. “I don’t know what the right thing to do is... I just don’t feel right about calling the cops on her... I just... I don’t know...”

“What’s bothering you the most?”

“I don’t know her birthday.”

“Winnie’s mom’s?”

“No,” he said and looked at Natalie with glass eyes. “I don’t know Winnie’s birthday.” He took a deep breath and shook his head, seemingly trying to shake away the emotion brightening his eyes. “I just want to know all I can about Winnie and the start of her life. Then I want to make sure I have custody of her because that precious baby doesn’t deserve anyone who could just leave her behind.” He gulped before lying his head back on the couch.

“All you know of me is who I’ve been since Winnie came into my life, and honestly, that is a much better person than I’ve been most of my life. To be honest, you and Winnie deserve better than me, but I’m not going to let that stop me from trying to keep both of you,” he said to the ceiling, not making eye contact with her.

“Sven,” she said, putting her hand on his knee. He covered her hand with his, but his glassy eyes stayed fixed on the ceiling. “You are a wonderful father. Who cares who you were before you found out. What matters is what you did when you found out. That little girl upstairs adores you, and you’ve only had her for a couple months.”

He closed his eyes and blew out a slow breath. She had never seen him like this before. The more she got to know him, the more she saw how much of what he portrayed wasn’t actually him. He was a good man, and she got the sense he didn’t think that about himself.

She squeezed his hand before pulling into a hug. The next thing she knew, he was laying his head in her lap as she played with his hair.

“I don’t deserve you,” he said softly.

She let the back of her finger graze his jawline, feeling his stubble. He turned his head, looking into her eyes finally. The emotion she saw there made her swallow hard. The pain she saw there was so underserved, and he didn’t seem to get that.

“Do you trust me?” she asked.

He nodded.

“Then, you have to believe me when I say the man I know, the one I am developing major feelings for, is a good man. I don’t know who you were before, but I feel like I know who you are now and Sven, that person is incredible. I’m so glad we found each other,” she said before pressing a sweet kiss to his lips.

He cupped her face and gazed up at her from her lap. His blonde hair fell into his eyes, and she moved it out of the way. He captured her hand and pressed a kiss to the wrist.

“I’m going to show you I deserve you,” he said before pressing another kiss to the same spot.

“You don’t have to show me, Sven. I already believe you do.”

“How did I get so lucky?” he said with awe.

From the moment she’d seen Sven, she was attracted to him—who wouldn’t be? Then when she saw him with Winnie, she respected him for the amazing father he was. But as they continued, that attraction and respect was turning into something deeper, something better, but it wasn’t until this moment she thought she could actually love him. She wasn’t quite there yet, but the more she learned about him, the more she saw who he truly was and everything about the man she knew called to her.

“I think I’m the lucky one,” she said, gazing at him.

Emotion covered his face again, and he wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face into her belly. While this had potential to make her feel uncomfortable, it didn’t. All she felt was this man trying to hold on to what was good and what he was scared he would lose. Her fingers ran through his soft blonde waves as he held her tight. She needed this just as much as he seemed to.

They sat like that for a long time until Natalie’s stomach rumbled.

He turned his head and looked at her with his sparkling blue eyes. “Hungry?”

“Shut up,” he said, shaking her head.

He sat up. “It’s almost dinner time. What do you say we order some food?” At that moment, a rustle of blankets came over the monitor. “And it looks like Winnie might be waking up. Let’s order some food and hang out with Winnie and then maybe we can get things back on track after I put her down for the night.”

“Okay.”

And that’s just what they did. They ordered Thai and watched movies while they played with Winnie on the floor, and it was utter perfection.

After Sven had given her a bath and put her to bed, he came down the stairs with a glint in his eye, and of course, he was not wearing a shirt.

“Do you ever wear a shirt?” she asked.

“Nope,” he said, popping the p . “At least not when you look at me the way you do.”

“You may be the cockiest guy I have ever met.”

“And you love it,” he said with a wink.

She rolled her eyes and turned to push the button on the dishwasher. Before she knew what was happening, Sven was behind her, pinning her to the counter with his hands on either side of her pressed into her with an already hard cock kissing her neck. She gasped and instinctually rocked her hips back, grinding into him.

“Fuck,” he groaned out. “I’m so ready for this. Should we move this upstairs?”

She turned with his body still pinned her firmly to the counter, then slid her hand into his hair and kissed him.

“Yeah, let’s do that.”

“So much for taking it slow,” he said, grinning.

“Are you trying to get me to change my mind? I can go to the pool house.”

“Don’t act like you don’t want this as much as I do.”

“So cocky . . .”

“That has been established. Now, get upstairs,” he said as she pushed off the counter and pulled her with him.

As she turned to head to the stairs, he smacked her ass. She turned to glare at him, but, heaven help, her she loved it.

They made their way to the stairs, and she started up them while Sven waited at the bottom. She turned and saw him grinning up at her.

“What are you doing?”

“Just watching what’s mine,” he said, then he bit his lip.

“Oh my god, get up here,” he said, motioning with her head.

Before she knew what was happening, he was taking steps two at a time, making his way up to her.

“Ahhh,” she screamed before turning and running up.

“You better be quiet,” said Sven in her ear. “Wake up Winnie, and I’ll have to wait even longer to make you moan.”

Then he swept her off her feet, carried her the rest of the way down the hallway into his bedroom, and kicked the door shut behind her. He dropped her on to the bed before getting the baby monitor out of his pocket and setting it down on the dresser.

Why on earth was that sexy? She was fairly convinced everything he did could be sexy, but she would never tell him that. His head was big enough already.

Then he dropped his pants, and she saw just why his head was so big... it clearly wasn’t the only big thing about him. She could feel herself lick her lips before her eyes flew to his. He was just watching her with the cocky smirk on his face.

“Like what you see?”

“Will you just get in this bed with me?”

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, but when he opened his eyes, that cocky smirk was gone and replaced by something real and vulnerable. It almost took her breath away.

“Take your clothes off,” he rasped out.

She slipped her hoodie over her head and started to try to wiggle free from her leggings. Before she knew what was happening, Sven was helping her peel them down. She was splayed on the bed, looking up at him, while he took in her naked body for the first time.

Before she could even begin to feel self-conscious, he said, “Damn, you’re perfect. This is going to be fun,” he said as he dropped to his knees and pulled her hips to the edge of the bed and draped them over her shoulders.

“Oh, fuck,” she said, completely unprepared.

“We’ll get there. First, I’m going to taste you and have you moaning those delicious little moans.”

Then he made good on that statement. He ran a finger down her seam before pushing in. There was no resistance because she was already soaking with the way he was looking at her. She had never been this turned on in her life. She was fairly confident that he licked her clit once she would come and self-combust on the spot.

He slipped another finger in and then used his other hand to hold her open as his tongue licked up from her entrance up to her clit.

“Oh my god, Sven,” she cried out as she reached down and fisted his hair.

He licked slow, deliberate circles around her clit as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out. She needed more, and she started to move her hips. He pulled out his finger and laid his forearm over her lower belly, holding her in place as she slowly licked her.

“Sven,” she cried out, trying in vain to grind against him, but he had her pinned, demanding she take it at his pace. “I need more.” She pulled his hair.

But he didn’t listen. He stayed there, slowly driving her insane with desire. She was right there, on the edge, teetering, but not going over.

“Please, Sven.”

Then he sucked her clit into his mouth while tracing little circles, and that did it. She cried out as wave after wave of pleasure broke over her. He was touching her through every crest until she finally pushed his head away, panting.

“Oh my god,” she panted her arm over her face, still trying to catch her breath. “You’re really good at that.”

She almost regretted saying it because she knew his smirk, but when she finally chanced a look at him, that smirk wasn’t there but rather reverence. A look that made her feel... loved.

“Scoot up,” he said before moving the covers and crawling in bed with her.

She took a shaky breath as he climbed in the bed and held her. The feel of his arms around her was absolutely everything. The way he held her made her feel precious, and she wasn’t sure she’d ever felt like that before. He kissed the top of her head and breathed her in, and she melted. How was this man so perfect?

She moved, looking up at him. His gaze broke something inside of her, and she could feel tears starting to pool in her eyes. This was ridiculous, she needed to get back to the lust and not this vulnerability. She slightly raised her head and kissed him, licking into his mouth. He returned that heat, and just like that, the fire was burning inside of her again.

She pushed on his shoulder, and he easily rolled to his back. Pulling back the covers, she took in his body. She sat up and ran her hand down his chest, from the bumps of his abs all the way down to the delicious V, then traveled lower and wrapped her hand around his hard cock.

He gritted his teeth as she slowly stroked him. This would be fun.