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“I don’t know if this is the kind of thing you can get over.”

He took my jaw in his hand and tilted my face up to his. His lips are soft as his mouth brushes against mine in a tender kiss.

It was easy to lose myself in Brandon instead of thinking about everything else in our lives, so I did. I nipped his bottom lip, deepening the kiss. His tongue tangled with mine as I moved to straddle his lap.

My arms drape over his shoulders, my fingers sinking into the soft hair at the nape of his neck. Brandon’s hands slid beneath my shirt, his fingers setting fire to my skin as he worked his way up to my breasts.

He cupped them, his thumbs brushing over my nipples as I rolled my hips. My back arched as his hardened cock pressed up against my core. I rolled my hips again, trying to build the friction between us and relieve some of the tension building.

Brandon groaned, his tongue sweeping through my mouth as he pulled my shirt over my head. His head dipped forward, and he sucked a nipple into his mouth. I moaned and continued to grind against him. He rolled one nipple between his fingers while licking and sucking the other.

When he switched sides, I felt my inner walls shudder. I needed more of him. I weaved my fingers through his hair and returned his face to mine. Our mouths moved together as he grabbed me by the waist and flipped us over.

Brandon dragged my shorts down my body before kissing back up my legs. I squeezed my thighs together as he traced patterns on my skin with his tongue.

His large hands gripped my thighs, easing them apart until he could nestle between them. When his tongue swirled around my clit as his fingers entered, my inner walls started shuddering.

Brandon groaned, his tongue flicking faster as his fingers thrust deeper. I clutched the sheets, my back arching off the bed. I tried to rock my hips and drive his fingers more profoundly, but he pressed a hand against my torso and kept me in place.

I came hard and fast around his fingers, moaning as he continued to thrust. My legs clenched hard around his shoulders as I rode out my orgasm. When my thighs stopped shaking, he kissed his way up my body, shedding his shorts in the process.

He lined the head of his cock up with my core as his mouth descended onto my neck. As he pushed into me, I raked my nails up and down his back. Brandon groaned, rolling his hips and driving himself deeper.

I hooked my legs around his waist, locking my ankles behind his back. He kept thrusting harder and faster. His cock throbbed inside me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

My nails dug into his back as he rolled his hips. He captured my mouth in a searing kiss as my inner walls pulsated around him.

“Come for me,” he whispered as he looked down at me.

He rolled his hips, and I fell over the edge, my inner walls squeezing him hard as I came. Brandon finished as my body tensed around him.

We slumped together in a tangled heap in his bed for a few minutes. His arms wrapped around me as he rolled to the side. Brandon hauled me against his body, nestling his face into my hair.

“I have to go back to the other room,” I said as I looked at him over my shoulder.

Brandon sighed and held me a little tighter. “What if I set an alarm for early in the morning? You can sneak back to the other room, and Amalia will never even know you were gone.”

“Don’t you feel bad about this?” I turned to face him. “Because I feel terrible running around and keeping secrets like this from her. What happens if she enters the sparring room and I’m not there?”

“I don’t think she’s going to do that. Once Amalia is asleep, she tends to stay asleep.”

Guilt clawed at me as I tried to push the worry from my mind. “I don’t know about that.”

“Please, Gina, just stay in here for the night. We’ll set an alarm so you can be out before she wakes up.”

I sighed and closed my eyes, focusing on the feeling of his fingertips tracing along the curve of my hip. “Alright. Set an alarm.”

He chuckled and rolled over to set the alarm. When he turned back to me, he pulled me into his warm embrace.

As I relaxed in his arms, I thought about how nice it would be if we didn’t have to sneak around anymore. I was getting tired of it. I wanted to tell Amalia everything.

But even though I wanted to tell her everything, I knew I would keep my secrets for a little longer.

I couldn’t risk ruining our friendship before Brandon knew about the baby.

Brandon

ThedoorclosedbehindGina as she slid back into the spare room before sunrise. I stood on the other side of the door momentarily, a small smile on my face.

Last night had been risky, but having her fall asleep in my arms had been worth it.

I sighed and ran my hand through my hair before heading downstairs. I didn’t bother to stop for a cup of coffee on my way through the kitchen. There was more than enough waiting in the break room at work. I didn’t want to have an awkward moment with Amalia and Gina.

I am still waiting.

Sooner or later, I would have to tell my daughter the truth. I didn’t know how she would react when I told her that I was falling for her best friend.

If our roles were reversed, I know that I would be pissed.

I had to prepare for the likelihood that Amalia might not want to speak to me for a while after she learned the truth.

She would get over it eventually, though.

At least, that was what I told myself as I got in my car and drove to work.

As I drove, I kept the music up loud, trying to drown out the worry circling through my mind. When I was with Gina, it was easy to pretend it was just us.

However, when I was away from her, the reality of what we were doing sunk in.

I sighed and drummed my fingers on the wheel as I navigated the streets while the sun started peering over the horizon.

Mateo’s car was sitting in the parking lot when I got to work. I groaned and leaned back, tilting my head back against the seat as I tried to mentally prepare for whatever he wanted.

After a moment, I exited my car and walked into the building. Mateo stepped out of my office and nodded to me.

“You’re here a lot lately,” I said as I brushed by him and sat down behind my desk.

Mateo sighed and closed the door. “I wouldn’t have to be here if I could trust you not to ruin your business with whatever game you’re playing.”

“I’m not playing any game. You may be my friend, Mateo, but you’re also my employee. Whatever you came here to say, you better think carefully about how you will say it.”

His lips pressed together in a thin line. “I came here to grab some files early this morning and to let the cleaners in since one of the others couldn’t be here today. But, unfortunately, the cleaners found something in your washroom.”

My pulse pounded as I arched an eyebrow. I didn’t know what the cleaners would have found in my washroom, but it wasn’t good if Mateo had waited to talk to me about it.

“They found this,” he said, pulling a black lacey thong from his pocket. He tossed it across my desk at me before perching himself on the edge of the desk. “Want to tell me something?”

“You already know who this belongs to,” I said, taking the thong and stuffing it into my desk drawer. “I don’t know what more there is to talk about.”

“I think that the pair of you are being exceedingly stupid. Have you ever considered what happens to her career if it gets out that she is sleeping with her boss?”

“Of course. However, it is her choice to make.”

“You’re not encouraging her to choose differently, are you?”

I sighed and leaned back in my chair. “It isn’t as easy as that.”

“You wouldn’t encourage her to choose differently because you think that there is a world where all of this will turn out perfectly for the both of you.”

“I think we could both be happy with each other.”