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smile mischievously.

“Like I want it to happen again.”

Marcus chuckles, his blue eyes bright. “Don’t worry, Addy. There’s plenty more where that came from because I’ve got a huge supply for you.”

Then, he whisks me into his arms and takes me to the master bedroom. We explore one another’s bodies again and again until the gray light of dawn peeps through his curtains. Only then, sated and filled, do I fall asleep against Marcus’s chest. The handsome man is broad, bronzed, and so warm, and without a doubt, I know that this is where I belong.

7

Marcus

* * *

Addy’s everything I’ve ever wanted, but the question is: what does she want? I’m an older man. I’m forty-five, and I’ve seen the world, but there’s still something lacking in my life, and that thing is a wife and children. I’d love to have kids, but my ex was a skinny bitch afraid of losing her figure to pregnancy, and nixed that idea soon after we were married. I regret we didn’t talk about it before the marriage certificate was signed, but back then we were young and in love. I was sure Marissa would change her mind in the future.

Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. Marissa stuck to her guns, and as a result, it’s just one of the many reasons we divorced. I’m not ready to give up on my dream of having children, and clearly, my ex-wife was the opposite. But when one door closes, another one opens, and now, my mind drifts to Addy.

She’s lush. Gorgeous. Round. She’s got the type of body built for having children, and I’ve sampled the sweetness between her legs and sipped at those big breasts multiple times now. I’d love to get her pregnant, and then keep her pregnant for as long as she’s willing because she’d be a perfect mother. But is that what Addy wants? I’m getting ahead of myself. We just started dating, and I’ve already got her in my crosshairs.

My car pulls up in front of Addy’s apartment building, and the curvy girl’s already standing outside looking as beautiful as ever. She’s dressing sexier now, and I love it. The red dress hugs her curves, and she has strappy red heels and a red purse to match.

I jump out of the car to press a kiss to her cheek, inhaling her floral scent.

“You look great,” I murmur. “Ready to go?”

“Thanks,” Addy says with a faint blush on her cheeks. “Yes, definitely.”

We both slide into the car, and the sedan pulls back into traffic, headed to a fancy Italian restaurant. The curvy girl settles against my side, and I marvel at this affectionate girl. When I was with Marissa, we sat on opposite sides of the car, not touching if possible. She was always afraid I’d ruin her hair, make-up, or clothes, and by the end, I didn’t want to touch her. She was like a statue, and just as cold and forbidding.

When we arrive at the restaurant, Addy and I are immediately seated in a private booth in the back. It’s luxe with red leather seats, low lighting, and a white tablecloth.

“Can I start you with anything to drink?” the waiter asks while bowing slightly. I nod.

“A cab please. Your best bottle.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll be right back.”

Addy looks around, breathing in the luxury.

“This is amazing, Marcus. You spoil me.”

“I love spoiling you, sweetheart. You deserve it.”

She giggles a bit.

“I love being spoiled too. Thank you.”

At that moment, the waiter returns with our wine and we order from the menu. I go with the chicken parm, of course, and Addy goes for the eggplant parm. Despite its luxe décor, this restaurant is known for its parm dishes, so they’re both great choices.

“So tell me, how was your week, sweetheart?” I ask while we eat. “I’ve hardly seen you.”

It makes sense because Addy and I have been keeping our relationship on the downlow. We don’t want our co-workers to know, and as a result, act completely professional when we’re at the House of Steele. She smiles gently.

“Busy,” she says. “But absolutely amazing. Things are flowing seamlessly.”

I nod.

“They are because you’ve been an amazing creative director, honey. People really respect your opinion, and they see how you lead by example, and want to work for you as a result. But you saw your parents on Tuesday, too, right?”

She blushes and nods.

“Thank you, Marcus, and yes, I did. Actually, I only saw my mom because my dad was too busy. We had dinner since we missed