“Come here, you.” I pull Cheyenne into my embrace in the hallway, capturing her after we’ve put Hudson to bed and moved out of his view. Cheyenne smiles and instantly melts into my arms. For the past two weeks, it’s been like this. We haven’t been able to get enough of each other. As soon as Hudson’s in bed…

“It’s Daddy’s turn to play,” I growl into her ear. Cheyenne giggles as I whisk her off her feet and carry her down the hall. Her eyes are shining with happiness. Now that I know how much she wanted me all these years, I feel less guilt about taking full advantage of what she’s offering me. Making this woman’s dreams come true is my new passion in life. I took her innocence, and now she’s giving me more than I ever could have asked for. I’ve never been this happy. It’s like a constant state of euphoria whenever I’m with her. My arms feel empty without her in them.

As soon as we reach my room, I lock the door behind us and playfully toss her on the bed. She squeals and pulls me down on top of her. We mold to each other as I pull her into a deep, commanding kiss. I reach under her shirt and pull it off her. Within moments, we’re stripped bare with only a breath between us.

I take a second to appreciate her, letting my gaze roam her supple curves. When our eyes meet, I can see the depths of her emotion for me and remember we’ve been bound together since the moment we met. The draw to her so many years ago, though I didn’t know it at the time, was my true partner calling to me. It took her a long time to be ready for me, but here she is, and she’s breathtaking. I never want to be separated from my angel again.

I bury my lips in hers as I move toward her center. My shaft is erect and ready to plunge into the depths of her. I tease her entrance, swirling my tip in her wetness and rubbing it over her pussy lips.

Our lips meet again as I thrust inside her. We pour out our emotions to each other as I enter her over and over. I wrap my hand around her mass of dark hair and pull her head back, breaking the kiss. Then I move down to her impossibly soft neck and suckle on it, hard. One of my hands finds her nipple, and I pinch and roll it. Her pussy clenches around my cock. I know she’s getting close.

I dig my teeth into her neck, not hard enough to leave bite marks, but just enough to sting. It sends her over the edge.

“Grant!” She covers my cock in sweet liquid as she convulses underneath me. One more thrust, and I’m there. My baby-making cream jets inside her, covering her walls.

“Ohhh, fuck, sweet girl. Take that cum.” Every orgasm with her seems to get bigger and harder. I pour what feels like a gallon of cum inside her and pull out, still spasming.

We lie side by side on the bed, and I brush her hair out of her face. She runs her fingers over my abs and looks up at me with a question in her eyes.

“We’re not done for the night, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

Her grin is infectious. “Good.”

* * *

First thing in the morning, my cell phone rings. I groan and stretch, feeling sore from the night before. We only just fell asleep a couple of hours ago. I’m going to have to kill someone for waking me this early on a Saturday morning after a night with the love of my life.

“Grant Sherwood.” I run the back of my hand over my eyes.

“Hi Grant, it’s Sal. I wanted to let you know we’ve received your reports over past week, and we’re very impressed. Your production over the past three weeks has skyrocketed to twice what you usually put out in three months.”

In spite of my exhaustion, I pump my fist at my side. Sherwood has his mojo back. It’s all thanks to the lovely lady in my bed. Without her, I would have been wrestling with Hudson all this time and would have put out half or less than my baseline. She’s so good for me. I’m planning on making her a permanent fixture around here, and not just as my nanny.

Sal, my contact at the investment firm, goes over some numbers with me. I repeat some numbers back to him just to make sure I’m hearing right. At this rate, I’m making twice my usual amount of money, which means my plans for early retirement aren’t far in the future. I hear stirring behind me and my stomach jumps. Cheyenne doesn’t know how much I make yet. I’m not planning on telling her until we’re married.

“Sal, I gotta go. We’ll talk again soon.”

“Talk to you soon.”

I set the phone on my nightstand and roll over to face Cheyenne again. Her eyes are wide open.

“That’s how much you make?”

I let out a long sigh through my nose as my eyes shutter closed. “Yes. I’m sorry you overheard that.”

When I open my eyes, her brows are drawn together in confusion. “Why haven’t you told anyone? You’re living in your parents’ old house when you make that much money?”

My mouth quirks up in a half-smile. I knew a barrage of questions was going to erupt all over me as soon as the truth came out. “I haven’t told anyone because wealth makes you vulnerable to thieves and gold-diggers. I want to be cared about for me, not my money.”

As soon as the fury enters her eyes, I know I’ve made a monumental mistake.

“Is that what you think I am? A freaking gold-digger?”

“No…Cheyenne, I-I didn’t mean—”

“I knew it.” Her voice breaks. Tears build up in her eyes, but she doesn’t let them fall. “I knew this was all too good to be true. You never wanted anything serious at all. You just wanted someone to fuck around with.”

Goddamn it. I want to argue with her, but I know how this looks. I’ve never given her a reason to believe anything different. What kind of man have I become?

“You know what? At that price, you can easily find another babysitter. I quit.” Cheyenne jumps out of bed and pulls her clothes on. She’s dressed and heading to the door faster than I can blink.

“No, Cheyenne, please!” I jump up and try to block her way to the door. “Don’t leave. Just let me explain—”

“You’ve explained enough.” She shoves past me and exits the room, slamming the door behind her.