Her resistance only made me want her more—the way she tried to twist her lips away, the nails clawing into my back, the stifled moans that escaped despite herself as my palm cupped and lifted her breast, my other hand already sliding to the clasp at her back.
I could taste her anger, feel the disgust radiating off her. All those nights she crept home from the office just to make sure I wasn’t there, the endless overtime at Seravine Labs, the nights she slept in her office rather than come back to our bed—I saw it all. I let her run.
I’d learned the hard way that forcing her only carved the distance deeper. If I dragged her to me, she’d hate me more. But once she carried my child… everything would change. A baby would chain her to the Parker name forever. She’d have to quit Seravine, st
