He gave her exactly what she wanted, his cock pummeling into her as he grasped her ass tightly, holding her still to accept him over and over again.
“I love you, Kara. I wouldn’t be worth a shit without you anymore,” he told her passionately.
“You’ll never be without me,” she assured him, her body tightening with each powerful stroke of his cock.
“Come for me, sweetheart. Come with me,” he commanded, grinding his hips against hers with every strong, surging entry, stimulating her throbbing clit.
She started to scream his name as her powerful climax rolled over her, but Simon captured her lips with his, claiming her pleasure as his tongue filled her mouth. He consumed her with his embrace, his large body shuddering, his groan vibrating against her lips as he found his own release.
“Oh, my God…” Kara panted the moment Simon moved his mouth from hers. She dropped her head on his shoulder, completely spent. She’d missed him, missed this so much, the raw passion that caught fire whenever they were together.
Slowly, he lowered her feet to the ground, keeping an arm around her waist as he picked up the sponge and cleaned both of them, taking his time with her. His actions were sweet, tender, and completely different from the obsessed lover he’d been just a few minutes ago. He loved her in so many ways that it made Kara want to cry tears of happiness. “I love you,” she murmured softly as he turned off the water, and grabbed a large, fluffy towel to dry her.
Simon was silent as he roughly dried his own body and tossed the towel into the hamper. She squealed as he picked her up and cuddled her against him.
“If you love me, then I really am a lucky bastard,” he said gruffly, taking her into their bedroom to prove how much he loved her back.
For the next week, Simon was true to his word, not bringing a single present home to put under the tree. He went into the office for a while almost every day, trying to help cover for Sam. Usually, Simon worked a lot at home in the computer lab, preferring to be out of the public eye. But with Sam and Maddie now having twins who were younger than Ginny, Simon picked up the slack at all of the divisions of Hudson Corporation, going into the office daily to give his brother a break.
Blond and gorgeous, Sam was the public face of Hudson, the workaholic who was almost always in the office. Since he’d reconnected with Maddie, his priorities had changed, and he spent as much time at home as possible with his wife and children, trying to relieve Maddie of some of the stresses of having twins.
Surprisingly, Simon stopped at the hospital every afternoon to visit Timmy, much to Kara’s relief. She didn’t want the little boy to be alone, but she didn’t want to take Ginny into the hospital and expose her to viruses and bacteria at such a vulnerable age. Maddie fretted about him too, but she had her hands full with the clinic and her babies. Luckily, the twins were getting easier for Sam and Maddie to handle as they approached their first birthday.
Kara had been relieved when Simon told her that Timmy was out of the ICU and had been pronounced stable. Eager to see the little boy she adored, she let Helen and Michael babysit one afternoon so she could dash up and see him.
She drove herself, completely aware of Simon’s agents following her. She smiled, thinking about all the times in the past where she’d hated being followed. Now, not so much. It was Simon’s way of making sure she was safe, and she’d learned to tolerate it because it put her husband’s mind at ease.
Finding Timmy’s room once she reached the hospital, she froze when she walked through the door.
“Holy shit,” she whispered to herself, taking in the multitude of items filling the private room. Colorful balloons floated on the ceiling, and every space was full of toys that most seven-year-old boys only dreamed about.
And there, on the pristine hospital bed, was her husband, with Timmy watching him with focused fascination as he demonstrated something on the laptop resting on his thighs. Simon had his back propped up against the wall, his shoes next to the bed, as he handed the computer to the boy sitting comfortably next to him, who was giving Simon adoring looks as he accepted the electronic device and placed it on his lap.
“You can do it, Tim,” Simon said gruffly, watching the boy carefully as his small brows narrowed in concentration, trying to do something on the laptop.
Kara watched, her heart swelling as her husband continued to bark encouraging words at Timmy, trying to help him get through one of his computer games. Simon looked so comfortable, even though the bed was small. He’d shed the jacket of his suit and removed his tie. His white shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his legs were crossed, his tan socks poking out from beneath his pants.
Now I know why he was content not to bring presents home. He bought them for Timmy instead.
She smiled as she looked around the room. Her husband had gone overboard…as usual. As it was, the nurses couldn’t get to Timmy without skirting skateboards, a new bicycle, games, and even stuffed animals. Kara nearly burst out laughing as she saw the enormous teddy bear sitting in one of the chairs, its furry body bigger than its owner’s.
Oh, Simon.
He was being so patient with the child, gently correcting him when he made a wrong move on the computer. Their two dark heads were lowered to view the computer screen, looking so natural and sweet together that Kara wanted to weep.
“Aw, I died,” Timmy squealed tragically, falling back on the bed.
“You did good,” Simon argued. “You made it through two levels this time.”
“I’ll keep trying,” the boy replied determinedly. “Do you think I’ll be able to take my stuff with me when I go to a home? They said I can go home soon, but I don’t have a home anymore.” Timmy looked at Simon and scrambled back into a sitting position, fear creeping into his dark eyes.
Kara’s body slumped against the wall.
Oh, God.
She hoped they had found him a good foster home.
“You’ll be taking it all,” Simon growled. “It’s your stuff.”
Timmy clambered onto Simon’s lap, giving him an earnest look. “Do you think the people who take me will be nice?” His voice quivered with anxiety, his eyes apprehensive.
“They’ll be good,” Simon reassured him.
“I’m scared,” Timmy admitted, throwing his thin arms around Simon’s neck.
Kara’s heart nearly broke as she watched Simon swallow hard before he wrapped his muscular, protective arms around Timmy’s small body.