I’m not going to lose her.
Getting the text from her at the restaurant, and rushing there as fast as I could to make sure GTR couldn’t touch her, got my adrenaline pumping. As I relive the memory, it all dumps back into my system. The urgency to protect this woman was so visceral, so reminiscent of how I always wished I could have been there for my mother. I won’t fail my girl the way Dom failed my mom.
Memphis’s fingers attack my belt, ripping it loose before yanking down my zipper. As soon as my cock is free, I lift her higher and slide my palms up her legs and under her skirt, snapping the elastic of her panties and finding her soaked.
“Jesus, baby. You’re already wet,” I murmur into her ear as I slide a finger inside.
Memphis’s moan fills the room as I pump my finger in and out, teasing her clit with my thumb and loving how her inner muscles tighten every time I hit the right spot.
And just like that, she’s ready to go.
“Please, hurry. I want—”
“I know what you want, and I’m the only fucking man who’s going to give it to you. Wherever I want. Whenever.” I stare down into her blazing aqua eyes as moisture soaks my hand. “You like that.”
Challenge lights up her face. “Seriously, what I need most right now is you inside me. Hurry up and fuck me.”
A smile tugs at the edges of my mouth from her bossy words. “You’re going to get everything you need. Right fucking now.”
I lift her other leg to wrap around my hips, and using the door to brace her ass, I slowly lower Memphis onto my cock. Inch by goddamned perfect inch, I slide inside her tight, wet heat.Fucking perfection.
Her nails dig into my shoulders.
“Hold on tight, because this is going to get rough.”
Memphis’s teeth dig into her bottom lip, and I circle her waist with my hands and lift her up only to slam her back down on my cock. Over and over, until her cries and moans and whimpers bounce off the walls.
My orgasm is already tightening up my balls, and when Memphis screams my name, I can’t hold back any longer.
“Fuck me, Cannon.”
And I explode into her with a strangled yell.
Which is when I realize ... we didn’t use a condom.
Well, hell.
Our chests heaving and foreheads damp with sweat, we stare at each other. She must have realized the exact same thing because her color fades.
“I’m sorry. I should’ve grabbed a—”
Memphis interrupts, saying, “It’s my fault.”
“It’s not. But I’m clean. I promise.”
“Me too. And for the record, on birth control. We should be fine.”
But I already know that too. Not the fact that she’s on birth control, but that we’ll be fine. No matter what happens, I would never not be a part of my kid’s life—or their mother’s. My mom raised me better than that.
“I know. Everything will be okay.” I lean down to press my lips against her forehead. “But it’s going to get a little messy for a second. You ready?”
Memphis nods and uncurls her legs from around me, and I lift her so she can find her footing.
I grab my pocket square, more decorative than functional, and hand it to her so she can clean herself up. Then I crouch down to grab her purse and the file, including the pictures that scattered all over my floor. I hate that her first instinct was to run, but I know that the shit she’s been dealing with is heavy. Whether she expects it or not, I’m here to lighten her load.
“No running. We’re going to talk about this because we need to get a few things straight.”
With her lips pressed together, she nods, and I move back to the couch.