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  Some movement caught my attention, and I glanced over at Morgan. She wasn’t at her desk, but instead walking back and forth, with Sasha in her arms. She lightly patted my niece on the back. A soft lullaby filled the air.

  Had Sasha been crying? I hadn’t even heard or noticed, but I’d been so knee-deep in financial documents I might have been blocking the noise out.

  I watched them for a moment, my stomach twisting. Morgan looked so perfect with Sasha, like such a natural. It only made me think about what I shouldn’t be thinking about—a relationship with her.

  On some level, after hitting forty, I think I’d resigned myself to bachelorhood. Hooking up with a woman now and again was one thing, but love wasn’t really in the cards for me, let alone a family.

  Now, though, I couldn’t help but feel like fate was laughing in my face and daring me to go for Morgan. We’d both dealt with tragedies, but the combined effect of those events was to lead us to one another.

  I didn’t believe in destiny or soul mates or anything like that. Decades in business had taught me one important thing: luck is where opportunity meets preparation. I was financially and emotionally prepared, and now I had an opportunity for love and a family.

  The only trick would be to figure out how to convince Morgan of any of this before it was too late, and without coming on too strong and pushing her away forever.

  I rose from my seat and walked toward her desk. She wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon, so I’d just have to figure it out.

  Morgan stopped and looked over at me. Sasha gurgled.

  “Did you need something?” Morgan asked.

  “No.” I glanced at the time. Already almost noon. Time had flown by faster than I’d realized. “Just wanted to give you a chance to go get some lunch. I didn’t see you eat anything, but maybe you did when I wasn’t paying attention.”

  “I—guess I was waiting for the right time,” her cheeks reddened.

  I held out my arms. “Here, I’ll take care of her, and you can go get some food.”

  “Have you eaten?” she asked as she handed me the baby.

  “I’ll be fine,” I said, adjusting the gurgling and cooing baby in my arms.

  “You need to eat as much as I do.” Morgan tapped her bottom lip a few times. “I’ll go grab something from that deli down the street for the both of us.”

  “You don’t have to do that.”

  She gave me a soft smile. “It’s no big deal. That way you can spend more time with Sasha.”

  Morgan waved and walked away, heading to the hallway and the elevator.

  Sasha offered some nonsense baby noise, and I slowly lowered us both down until we were on the floor. I laid her on her back.

  She kicked her arms and legs but didn’t cry. I noticed that whenever Morgan was around, Sasha seemed to cry less. I doubted that just having Morgan around meant she was less gassy. I wasn’t sure if she was crying more or less around Sandy. Maybe it was about having a woman around, or maybe there was something deeper to the whole thing.

  I couldn’t be sure. All I knew was that I was happy, and so was my niece. That had to be something, something very important to keep if I were willing to fight for it.

  About twenty minutes later, Morgan stepped back into the room with a plastic bag. “Just some sandwiches and chips. I hope that’s enough.”

  I smiled. “More than enough. I’m not even that hungry.”

  Morgan grabbed a few paper plates out of her bottom desk drawer and set them on the floor in front of both of us. She then pulled out the turkey sandwiches and chips to place on the plates.

  It was like a little picnic in the middle of the office.

  “How was Sasha?” Morgan asked.

  “She’s just lying there, happy enough I guess. She’s not been crying.” I glanced down at Sasha and chuckled. Her eyes were closed. “Guess she got bored and decided to take a nap. It’s like she’s a different little girl lately.”

  Morgan swallowed a bite of her sandwich before speaking again. “Is that a bad thing?”

  I shook my head. “No, most definitely not.” I popped a few chips in my mouth and looked back down at Sasha.

  It wasn’t all that long ago I’d been panicking, angry, and confused. The truth was I’d resented Sasha, even though I’d promised to take care of her. She represented something I couldn’t easily control, an interruption to my perfect life.

  Now, though, as I sat beside my sleeping niece and ate this simple meal, I tried to fix the whole thing in my mind. Even if it was in the middle of a high-rise building and not some park, the whole thing felt like a family meal and it filled a hole in my heart I hadn’t even known was there.

  I reached down and picked my niece up. After placing her on her back in the playpen, I returned to the floor to begin nibbling on my sandwich.

  The next step was obvious. I couldn’t bring myself to wait much longer. There was something special between Morgan and me. I was convinced of that.

  She watched the baby as she ate, a soft smile on her face.

  I didn’t care what we’d agreed on before. I’d let half my life pass me by as I looked for love and family and now that it was here, I couldn’t let myself be talked out of her because of some silly fear about it meaning we wouldn’t be handling Sasha.

  It was bullshit. We could have a relationship together without sacrificing attention for Sasha. Millions of parents did it all the time.

  Maybe we weren’t Sasha’s parents, but we were the next best thing, and most babies’ parents weren’t billionaires.

  Soon. I vowed to myself that I’d make my move soon.

  Chapter 26

  Morgan

  I finished putting Sasha into the living room playpen. She’d had a fussy early evening, but it did seem like she’d at least sleep for a little while.

  I stifled a yawn. Apparently, the baby wasn’t the only one who needed a nap.

  Daniel and I had spent the second half of Friday working from his house. At this point, it wasn’t really that different from working from the office, and I imagined we could easily justify working fulltime from his house. I kind of liked the idea.

  There were downsides, of course, like not being able to get Hunter’s coffee, but it made everything with Sasha that much more convenient.

  I thought the only reason he didn’t want to work fulltime from his house was that he was concerned with how it would look to his employees. The trouble he’d had when he couldn’t show up at the office every day convinced me that Daniel was maybe a little too much about leading from the front.

  It didn’t matter. It wasn’t my company. I liked my job, but I was more concerned with the little baby I was growing increasingly attached to.

  A long sigh escaped my lips. The whole situation was dangerous. I knew that.

  I’d done my best to keep my heart from opening more to Daniel, but it was hard not to spend so much time around him and the baby and not want more. Sasha might not be my daughter, but it was just as difficult to spend so much time snuggling a baby and not grow to love her.

  Sasha stirred slightly in the playpen. I looked down at her, a warm smile on my face.

  Life. That’s what babies were: a perfect reminder of life. That’s why I’d been so destroyed when I lost mine.

  I glanced up at a clock and stretched. It was already close to seven at night. That was one advantage for Daniel. When I spent the time at his house, it was easy to forget I was at work, especially when I was doing things like playing with Sasha or changing her.

  Daniel might have planned it that way. I didn’t know. At least I couldn’t be sure.

  The one thing I could be sure of was the burning desire behind so many hot gazes he didn’t think I noticed. My center pulsed with need, and I shook my head.

  The door to Daniel’s home office opened. He gestured to me.

  After a final check of the baby, I headed into his office. He closed the door behind me.

  Daniel’s mouth crashed again
st mine, taking me totally by surprise. I backed up into the closed door and then gently pushed him away. His tongue had pushed at my lips with an obvious hunger, like he needed it.

  Warmth pulsed in my center, and I took several deep breaths. I wanted so badly to open my mouth to him and kiss him back, but we’d talked about why it was bad idea. I couldn’t be the one to mess things up.

  Daniel let out a long sigh.

  I shook my head. “I thought we agreed we weren’t doing this.”

  “We did, but it wasn’t for the right reasons.”

  “Sasha’s not the right reason?”

  He scoffed. “Tell me how it makes more sense for us to push each other away when we both care about her.”

  “What if something happens?”

  “What if something does? There are no certainties in this life.” Daniel shook his head. “I’m tired of sitting in a chair every day and pretending I don’t want you. I’m tired of pretending I don’t dream about you all the time.”

  “I—”

  He locked eyes with me. “Tell me there’s nothing there, and I’ll let it go, but only if there’s nothing there. I don’t want to hear excuses about focusing on Sasha.”

  “But the bab—”

  He cut me off with a raised hand. “I’ve read a lot of articles on raising children. A lot of them talk about how people shouldn’t cut themselves off from their adult relationships, as that can cause trouble both with the other people they care about and even with the baby. There’s a duty to the baby, but it’s not all-encompassing.”

  My heart thundered at this point, and I wondered if I should open the door, run out, and quit. One question kept me from moving. Why?

  Why should I run? Why should I even push against having a relationship with Daniel?

  Everything he was saying was true. It wasn’t like taking care of Sasha was such an all-encompassing chore that we couldn’t risk spending some time on just the two of us. We might not be jetting off to Paris anytime soon, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t have more.

  “Are you sure?” I said, my voice unsteady.

  “Yes. I’ve been sure of this for a long time.” Daniel stalked over to me and braced his arms on the door on both sides of my head. “I want you, Morgan, and I’m tired of running. I refuse to give you up. Sasha’s important, but so are you.”

  His mouth came down again, and this time I didn’t push him away. I opened to him, and our tongues soon twined and slid across each other.

  Hiking my legs up around his waist, I wrapped my arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss. Daniel started walking backward toward his desk, but he didn’t break the kiss until he finally sat on the edge of his desk.

  I remained wrapped around him, my body pressed to him, warm and tingling. I’d grown wet with need, like the dam holding my desire had broken.

  Daniel pulled his mouth away from mine. “We probably only have around thirty minutes or less before she wakes up, given what she’s been like today.”

  “Then let’s make it a great thirty minutes.”

  I untangled myself and lowered myself to my knees, looking up at him.

  Daniel quirked a brow, but a grin hit his face as soon as I reached up, unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his pants. They fell to the floor, revealing his tented boxers.

  I yanked at the boxers, and they joined the pants around his ankles. His thick cock now bobbed free, as if waiting for me.

  Reaching up, I licked the tip of his cock. Daniel sucked in a breath. I ran my tongue from the tip down the shaft to the base and then gently pushed down his dick so I could lick the other side with my tongue.

  A groan escaped Daniel’s mouth as I repeated this several times. I stopped at his tip to swirl my tongue around and probe his slit. The salty flavor of his precum lingered in my mouth, and his groans only grew in volume.

  “Oh, Morgan.”

  I took several breaths. My center was on fire. I reached to stroke myself through my panties with my free hand as I brought Daniel’s thick rod into my mouth slowly. I moved my mouth back and forth, swirling and working my tongue. The slick cock now slid with ease back and forth in my mouth.

  Deeper, I took him, then even deeper, until he hit the back of my throat, and I had to relax it to avoid gagging.

  I pulled out his cock with a loud pop. I circled my fingers around his slick shaft and moved back and forth, faster and faster.

  Daniel let out a loud grunt. It took me a few seconds to realize he’d come all over my top.

  I laughed, “Now I have to do some laundry before I get home.”

  He grinned down at me. “Whatever it takes to keep you here longer is fine by me.”

  Daniel turned and patted the desk. “Bend over the desk.”

  I stood. Some of my own wetness escaped my panties. I hiked up my skirt and bent over.

  He hooked his finger underneath my panties and yanked them down. The cool air of the room fought against the warmth heating my pussy.

  “Are you going to be ready again so soon?” I asked.

  “For you? Always.”

  His hands caressed my outer thighs and my ass. I shivered under his touch.

  His throbbing cock rubbed against my ass. I couldn’t believe he was so hard after coming just minutes before.

  I bit my lip as his cock continued to slide down until it brushed my sopping pussy.

  Daniel pushed slowly into me, and I let out a low moan. He inched in, spreading me. My insides twitched around, clinging to him. More and more, he pushed until fully seated.

  My ragged panting filled the air. I’d never felt so full in my life.

  He slowly pulled back before pushing in again. Then like a freight train building up speed, he steadily accelerated with each following thrust. Each thrust summoned a pulse of pleasure that shot from my pussy through the rest of my body.

  My panting matched his rhythm, and the slap of our skin meeting added percussion to my pants and his grunts.

  “Oh, Daniel,” I moaned. “This feels so good.”

  “And you didn’t want to it,” he said, between grunts.

  I was panting too hard to laugh. “I’m sorry. I was stupid.”

  He shoved hard and fast into me now, the building pleasure starting to push any thoughts from my head other than how stupid I’d been to not let Daniel screw me like a sex machine every night since I’d met him.

  Daniel gripped my hips strongly before kicking up the speed to the next level. Even with my shirt and bra on, my nipples rubbed against the desk, stimulating me more. The building pressure in my center made it clear that my climax was coming soon.

  Pleasure and warmth overwhelmed me. I forgot where I even was. The only thing that mattered was his cock inside me.

  I slapped a hand over my mouth and screamed into it I climaxed. The pleasure shot through me, and my insides tightened around the thick cock.

  Daniel didn’t let up. His own breathing had grown ragged as he continued to shove into me at a ridiculous pace. His thrusts helped strengthen the aftermath of my climax, and I shuddered from the pleasure still passing through me.

  His cock swelled, and he shot his load deep inside me. I lay there, my hand still over my mouth, panting and enjoying the feeling of both his manhood inside of me and his warm cum.

  Daniel slid out of me after taking a deep breath.

  “That was wonderful,” I murmured, still bent over the desk.

  “Yes, it definitely was.”

  “But now I have to clean up before I go home.”

  “Why go home?”

  I stood up and turned to face him, expecting an impish look on his face instead of the complete seriousness that confronted me.

  “I have to go home,” I said.

  “No, you don’t,” Daniel said. “You can do your laundry here,” he shrugged. “Tomorrow, you can pick up some more clothes and bring them over. It’s not like either us were planning to work on Saturday anyway.”

  “You want me to stay here? S
eriously?”

  He shrugged. “Why not? You’re working and helping with the baby. It just makes sense. Once you have more clothes here, it won’t be a big deal.”

  Maybe if we’d not just screwed like animals, I would have been more rational and told him no, but after everything that happened, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.

  The idea of staying over did warm my heart. We were dangerously close to being in an actual relationship.

  “Okay,” I said. “I’ll stay.”

  A familiar baby’s cry sounded in the living room. We both laughed.

  “I’ll take care of it,” I said.

  Chapter 27

  Daniel

  I awoke Sunday morning with Morgan’s arms tangled around me. I slipped away from her, but she didn’t wake up. Based on both weekend mornings, it had become obvious to me that Morgan was a rather deep sleeper unless Sasha cried. Then it was like the faintest hint of the baby being upset woke her immediately. Mother’s instinct, maybe.

  Grinning, I congratulated myself on managing to convince her to stay two nights in a row. Maybe it wasn’t the same thing as her moving in, but it was the next best thing, especially since we’d had a decent amount of sex both nights. Sure, we had to slip it in when Sasha was asleep, but we’d established a very domestic rhythm that way. A damn sexy rhythm.

  Even before Sasha, Sunday was my big free day. I’d thought about heading to the club to hit some balls, but the more I’d thought about the idea, the less it appealed. After a call to Hunter on Saturday, I decided against it.

  My friend was spending more and more time with Jacy. He felt the need to point out that he’d found a serious girlfriend at a bar after I’d given him a big speech about how that sort of thing just didn’t happen anymore. I knew how much he was into her because I’d barely been seeing him other than in the morning when I got my first cup of coffee for the day.

  Not that I minded. I was busy with my baby and woman, and he was busy with his. It was how things were supposed to work.