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Fuck, this intimate moment between them was too much. “Congratulations. I should let you two bask in the bubble of your perfect family.”
“Hey, Buddy, wait.” He followed me to the door, still holding the sleeping baby bundle in his arms. I reached out and touched Owen’s soft cheek with a fingertip, and a sudden pang hit my heart.
“Can the clock tick for men? Because I won’t lie. I’m kind of jealous of you being a dad,” I admitted.
“Hey, it’s been years, and maybe Honey has changed. You certainly have. If there’s still a spark when you meet her tonight, give her another chance. You never know; you could end up like me.” Daniel winked and returned to Maddie and his marital bliss.
I left and drove to my houseboat, plagued with thoughts. I never expected to fall for Honey, and tonight I’d resist her temptations.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck.
Who the hell was I kidding?
At the first opportunity, I’d carry her off to bed and remind her who her husband was. Then I’d bury my Scottish seed inside of her so deep—wait. Where the hell did that thought come from?
I didn’t need my life complicated by marriage. So much had changed for me, but in truth, I became my father. The minute he passed away, the burden of keeping up our excellent reputation in philanthropy rested solely on my shoulders. With more money than one man should be allowed, I had a moral responsibility to give plenty away now.
My new role as head of the billion dollar Rodgers Fund morphed me into a man seeking justice for animals and people in need around the planet. My equine therapy project was a fun new one for me, and my Baird Films production company won several awards this year for the best documentaries about endangered wildlife.
I’d worked my ass off the past few years, even won many awards for my work in philanthropy with a few dozen interviews and articles about my passion projects. Dad would have been proud of all I accomplished, surely.
But he died a lonely old man, after outliving my mother by several years. Would I die the same, alone, with no one around to care if I took another breath?
Back in my houseboat, I undressed and took a good long look in the mirror. Long gone were my beach bro days and my tanned skin. I should cover my gray streaks with hair dye for men. My assistant assured me, though, between those and my glasses I presented a good, trustworthy impression that drew more people and organizations to support our causes.
So, I didn’t need Honey—fuck, if only my head would stop trying to reason out of this.
My cock was the one leading this charge, getting stiff right now, thinking about Honey’s walls tightening around me as she rode herself to pleasure. Hell, it’d been far too long for me.
The woman broke me. After everything went down the way it did, I ended up back in Boston, at my father’s side until he passed away a few months later. I took over the family fortune and became this pillar of respect, someone who couldn’t just fritter his life away with wild women anymore.
My needs got met here and there with casual acquaintances. But none of them lit a fire inside of me like Honey did.
Was she the one who got away?
In the shower, I did something I resisted for a long time. I thought about our wedding, the one perfect night together where nothing else mattered but the two of us and our heated desire for each other. I dared say…making love together.
Under the stream of water, with a soapy hand, I worked my hard shaft up and down, remembering her long legs hooking behind my back. Her tight, slick walls hugged my cock, and my every thrust demanded a moan of my name from her lips.
“Oh fuck, Honey.” I groaned, panting, and worked myself over faster, taking me right there, transported in my fantasy to the past where I could taste her sweetness once again. On the edge of all these memories, I couldn’t hold it in another second, desperate to fill her with my seed. I painted the tile with a growl. “Yes!”
I leaned back against the shower wall, catching my breath from a release I sorely needed. No longer could I deny the latent feelings for Honey that still existed in me. “I’m screwed.”
As I dressed, the last thing I reached for, as I did mindlessly every day, was the Rolex watch Honey gave me. Only now, I paused to re-read the inscription on the back of it.
“Glad we met, Love Muffin.”
I shook my head at the pet name she gave me. Christ, my heart banged rapidly on my rib cage. How stupidly fast I fell for her, but how hard she broke me?
Five years may seem, to some, like a long time to be holding onto a short-lived love from the past. But a woman like Honey proved hard to forget.
Beyond her beauty, beyond the attraction we held, at her very core, was a woman who desperately wanted to be seen and appreciated and loved.
I saw her.
A woman who wanted a family.
