“Come for me.”
Claire pushes her hips back, grinding her pussy against me as I reach around her, pinching her clit to help her over the edge. I love the way she moans when I bring her to the brink. Another flood jerks from my cock as both of us reel from our orgasms.
I unlock the cuffs holding her wrists up, and she sinks into my arms with a sigh. I breathe in the scent of her, feeling more relaxed by the second.
“Thank you,” I whisper into her hair.
She raises her head, deep-brown eyes looking at me as she gives me a small smile, and my heart does back flips.
* * *
Inside the living room, Claire sits on the leather couch with Étienne, cartoons blasting on the TV screen. The baby isn’t six months old yet, and she’s playing cartoons for him. Something about that just makes me smile.
Étienne babbles as he sits on Claire’s lap, grabbing at strands of her long hair. “Ba!”
“Yes, mon amour.”
She bends slightly, kissing his head. I’m content to just bask in the happy sight of my fiancée and boy.
“You’re going to have a brother or a sister,” she tells the babbling infant, a small smile playing on her lips.
“Étienne.”
I call out to him, and the baby’s head turns, recognizing his name. His face breaks into a wide grin when he sees me. Damn, I never thought I’d get like this over babies. I was never one to coo over a newborn, just really never gave a shit about them, really. Something changes when it’s your own flesh and blood.
Then I walk inside and sit down next to Claire. She moves her body close to me and lays her head on my shoulder in a contented sigh. I snake an arm around her shoulders and kiss the side of her neck. Étienne bounces on Claire’s lap, and I grab his grubby little hands. He squeals with excitement.
“Da! Da-da!”
A jolt hits my heart and Claire turns to me, her lips parted with surprise.
“Holy shit.”
“Luc!”
“Sorry.” I take my little man and hold him close. “Yes. I’m Daddy.”
Then I kiss his big cheeks, and Claire beams at me. I sweep the hair from her face and I claim her soft lips, warmth blazing from every inch of my skin. It’s just a perfect moment—this domestic bliss—who knew that I could be so happy?
And then a fist pounds at our door.
We break apart as the noise shakes the whole house. The happy moment bursts like a soap bubble and I hand him back to her as I stand up.
“Stay here.”
“Who the hell is it?”
“I have a funny feeling I know who it is.”
The relentless knocking can only mean that Detective Dickwad is behind that door. It only gets louder as I slowly walk toward the noise. There’s a tall shadow behind the warped glass that I’m sure is Officer Boucher. I open it with a bright smile, knowing that it’ll incense the stiff asshole.
He looks the same as always, wearing the same navy sweater. His meaty hands wave a piece of paper in front of my face and I jerk backward.
“Luc DeMarco, I’m here to—”
“Can’t you act like a normal person for two seconds?”
Without asking permission, he grabs the edge of the door and pushes it open.
“I didn’t say you could come in.”
Officer Boucher clenches his jaw, ignoring me completely as he steps into my house, tracking dirt over the clean floors. I stare at the marks on my floor, feeling a slow buildup of fury.
I was having such a good day.
“Where’s Claire?”
The question irritates me. The fact that this cop uses her first name really pisses me off. I step in front of him.
“You can fuck with me all you want, but I’m not letting you in the same room with her.”
“This subpoena is for Claire.”
“What?”
“Step aside, or you’ll be detained.”
Now he’s going after my fiancée? What the fuck am I supposed to do?
“Officer Boucher,” Claire’s voice calls out behind me. “What are you doing here?”
Boucher takes a giant step toward my fiancée and baby, but she presses against my side and Boucher’s pale, almost invisible eyebrows narrow.
That’s right, asshole. She belongs to me.
I don’t like the way he looks at my baby. There’s an expression of longing on his face that turns my stomach.
“Claire, we need to talk.”
“So talk.”
“I was hoping we could go somewhere private.”
“You thought wrong.”
Claire touches my arm as Boucher gives me a nasty look. “Please leave us alone.”
“A few weeks ago, you begged me for help.”
“I changed my mind!”
“I know,” he says, his voice darkening. “That’s why I’m serving you a subpoena to arrive in court on September 28th.”