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To my surprise, Margot was breathing hard, her body quivering over my cock as she ground against me. Something clicked into place, sending a sharp tug of need through my core. “Do you like that, little one? Hearing about how I want to fill you up? How I want to seed this perfect little womb?”
“Oh God,'' Margot murmured, and her hips jumped against mine, her head falling forward as trademark jerks of her body told me exactly what I needed to know.
Margot might want me for my body. Hell, she might want me for my money, even if it was just a little. But there was nothing Margot seemed to like more than hearing about me getting her pregnant.
And the thought alone was almost enough to make me come then and there against that softly spasming little body as she rode her high.
But I waited. Because good things came to those who waited.
Margot coughed, pushing back against my chest awkwardly. “Uh, thank you?”
“You’re quite welcome.” I held up the chips between us. “Snacks?”
Her laughter was the sweetest reward, washing over my soul as I held her against my body.
“Simple as that?” she teased, holding the bag up and opening the top.
“What can I say? I’m a simple man.”
I pressed a kiss against her temple, my hands gentling against her skin. She shifted to the side, choosing to curl up against my shoulder, her leg tossed between mine. The relaxed intimacy and domesticity made my heart lift.
This woman was going to bring me to my knees. And I would happily go.
***
Margot and I had been living in the same building for a weeks now, according to what I’d learned of her and her brother’s travels. I’d known about her for about three of those weeks. And there was some kind of unspoken agreement after that night she came storming into my penthouse. She’d curled up in my bed, a ball of warmth and stolen blankets.
And somehow, five days later, she hadn’t left yet.
Well, she had left. We’d both gone to work. I’d even gone on a day-long meeting in New Jersey one day. But every night I returned, it was like she was waiting there, just outside my door with a bright smile, the sweetest words, and a kiss that could turn my heart inside out.
We’d made out like insane teenagers. I walked her home from work each shift. She texted me good morning. I kissed her goodnight. And I had no idea which way was up. My entire life was consumed by the power that was falling in love with Margot Beckett.
There was no other explanation for this insanity that I was living in. Sam and Declan harassed me about it, but neither had any grounds to stand on, as they were ridiculous for their spouses. Maybe that would be another characteristic we as a trio shared. We were meant to fall like this, head over heels at a rate that would give anyone heart palpitations.
God help me, I’d even told my mom about her. I also had to threaten to ship her back to see her sisters in the United Kingdom if she showed up here unannounced. Regardless, even she was excited. She wanted a daughter and about a hundred grandbabies.
Both of which I was more than eager to provide her, as soon as Margot gave me the green light.
We’d had dinner with her brother tonight, and I’d challenged him to a video game battle after the meal, which he’d gladly accepted. The younger Beckett was a great kid, another testament to the success that Margot had had in raising him. He’d spent most of the week crashing in my other bedroom in the penthouse, all except for the night he spent at a friend’s house.
Hanging with him was no trouble for me. He reminded me so much of myself in some ways, but in others he was a carbon copy of his sister. Passionate, suspicious, and more than a little ambitious.
He would be a great lawyer. Maybe someday he’d work for me. The thought was enough to drive a smile to my face as I stole supplies from the virtual wagon that Jackson was supposed to be guarding in our game.
His cursing was reward enough.
A few hours later, I tip-toed my way through the apartment. Jackson was passed out on the couch, a blanket thrown haphazardly across his slim body. Giving his thigh a pat, I flicked the lights and headed to find out where my woman was.
I could hear the shower going, the steam billowing out into my bedroom beckoning me in. Propping my shoulder against the doorframe, I observed Margot, where she stood on tip toe, adjusting the head in my shower. She was in my robe again, the little thief, and the dark-blue fabric was slipping down her shoulders, exposing the perfect cream base of her shoulder.
I groaned, my cock leaping at the thought of pressing my teeth there, tasting her skin.
Her head bobbed back to look at me. “I thought I heard you come in.”
“I just followed the trail of steam.”
Margot’s head ducked, a pink flush across her cheekbones. “And Jackson?”
