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That's right, Pumpkin, see those stars. Feel the bliss. Know that you'll feel this every night, heck, every day. I'll show you what heaven feels like.
One orgasm isn't enough. I make her come two more times before I allow myself to come with her.
"This is the best way to start the morning," I grin as I roll us over, both of us panting like we ran a marathon. All our worries vanish. It's just her and me, connected and in love. I will do anything and everything to keep it this way.
Chapter 12
Julian
I told Poppy we could work from home and that I didn’t need to be in the office.
It was a lie, one she knew to be true. She was probably worried we would never leave my bed after the morning we had.So she forced me to come to the office as if that could stop me from touching her.
Now I’m kicking myself because I didn’t expect my dad to be waiting for me when we arrived.
“I’ve got a meeting in twenty,” I tell my dad. Am I shocked he’d show face? No. Uncle Dan and Dad don’t keep secrets when it comes to my brothers and me.
“I’m sorry,” my dad says, his hand rubbing his jaw. He does this when he’s angry.
“I’m going to handle it.” ‘It’as in Andrew. He’s scum, no longer deserving to be called a human.
Dad gives a nod of understanding. "Just make sure you listen to your uncle. He's got a way with discreet resolutions."
My brow raises. Clearly, there is a library of untold stories written by him and Uncle Dan.
I don’t want to be discreet. I want a worldwide spectacle to make other men who dare to hurt women tremble.
Dad's tone carries a deep sense of regret as his eyes wander over the space that used to be his office. Now fully retired, he spends most of his time on his ranch. I don't really know what he does there, and only now do I feel like I should care.
"When I said I was sorry, I didn’t just mean about what happened to Poppy. I meant I was sorry for pushing you boys away." His deep exhale sounds like bullets aimed right at me.
What's he getting at?
"Theo is my son, and we have a lot more in common than you think. I did something, something I tried to hide because I feared it would hurt you, boys."
I feel a bead of sweat on my brow. Dad's eyes look at me, and I nod for him to continue. We said we wanted to build a bridge in our relationship. I just didn't think he'd try when the dams broke and I felt the flood waters rushing all around me.
"I was trying to protect you boys from more pain and anger. I thought the distance would help. I was wrong. Your uncle filled my shoes, and I want those shoes back, but I know I can’t have them. I don’t want to wear them because I know I can't replace your uncle, but I’m asking for the chance to walk beside you again, son.”
I might be a grown man, but in my dad's eyes, I'm always going to be a boy, and a part of me will always feel like a child when I'm talking to my dad. As this child, it's hard for me to see my parents, who are always supposed to be brave.
"What did you do?" I ask, leaning my elbows on the desk that separates us. His desk, his legacy. He still wants my brothers to be his legacy, too.
"I fell in love again," he confesses, the weight of his words heavy in the air.
What!
What?
The shock of his words swallows all the reactions I have.
"For a long time, I couldn't forgive myself for doing so." He hangs his head.
I think of my mother. "Why?"
"Why did I fall in love, or why did I try to stop myself from tasting it again?"
"Both," I reply.
