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I felt my wife trembling as she hurried to do just that. My eyes glued to the screen as she split it in two so we could still see Angie as Cameron opened her email and the .jpg attachment.

It opened to a photograph of a small toddler with dark curly hair and huge brown eyes. She stared almost somberly at the camera as a blurred-out person held her hand to keep her stable on her feet. I sucked in a breath as Cameron made a whimpering sound.

“Did you open it?”

“Aye,” I answered gruffly.

“Then you’re looking at a photo of two-year-old Mya. Your new daughter.”

Cameron covered her hand to muffle her sob, and tears flooded my eyes as I wrapped my arm around her shoulders to pull her close.

Angie sniffled like she was emotional about it too. “We’ve got lots to discuss, but she’s yours if you’ll have her.”

Cameron nodded, unable to speak.

I stared at the wee girl on the screen, my heart in my throat. “She’s ours.” It wasn’t a question.

Angie beamed. “Then let’s do what we need to do to bring her home to you.”

MURRAY

My wife’s features were strained with pleasure and the battle to keep quiet as I moved inside her.

Catching quiet moments to have sex had become a bit like a battle strategy and so we took the opportunity when it arose. But with Michael sleeping next door, we also had to be circumspect.

“That’s it,” I panted. “We’re going away for a weekend so we can fuck as loudly as we want.”

London moaned at my words and instantly clamped her hand over her mouth, glaring up at me.

I grinned unrepentantly as I thrust a bit harder. The feel of her hot inner muscles throbbing around my cock replaced my grin with another groan.

“Sshhh,” London admonished, even as she undulated faster beneath me. “I’m nearly there.”

Slipping a hand between us, I found her swollen clit and pressed down on it, rubbing her toward climax as I pumped faster, needing to come with her.

London bit her fingers as she came and I buried my head in her neck as I followed her.

We hadn’t even had a chance to catch our breaths when the monitor on the bedside table crackled and a small voice called out, “Mummy!”

My wife gently nudged at me to get off her. “I’ll get him,” I offered.

“You need to get ready for work.” London pressed a kiss to my damp shoulder before she got out of bed.

My eyes raked over her naked body, desire and the longing to have her to myself making me feel guilty.

I loved my children. I’d do anything for my children.

But I wanted more than a quickie with my wife.

“I meant it,” I said as she pulled on her robe. “Mum could take Michael. Kelly’s always staying over at someone’s house at the weekend, anyway. We could go to Scaris. Stay at Torin’s hotel.”

London considered me, her cheeks still flushed from sex, her hair mussed. My cock twitched beneath the covers. “Okay.”

Hope thrummed through me. “Really?”

She grinned. “Really.”

I was already planning to call Torin after my shower.