P.S. You're Intolerable (The Harder They Fall, #3)

by Julia Wolf

“Can I hug you?” I asked. “If you feel like you have to.” He opened his arms wide. “Make it quick.”

“Hug,” he softly demanded. “Okay.” I circled my arms around him, my stress from the last twenty-four hours slipping as his heart thumped under my cheek. And then, there was a light pressure on the top of my head that disappeared as quickly as it had come. I must have been mistaken, but I swore it felt like Elliot had kissed my head.

“You need to look at yourself, Catherine. There is absolutely nothing stupid about the way you look right now.”

All of that was hot, sexy, gorgeous, but she’d always been those things, and I’d been able to blind myself to it. Until now.

“Are we friends now?” I laughed at her bluntness, not her question. I didn’t know what we were, but I couldn’t say we were friends. “We’re more than that.” She nodded, blinking rapidly in confusion. “How did that happen?”

The very idea of either makes me want to rip my skin off.” “Don’t do that.” I clamped my fingers around her wrist. “I like your skin.”

“I never thought you would appreciate tattoos,” she said. “I never thought I would either,” I admitted, ending the topic of her parents for both our sakes. “I think I would appreciate pretty much anything on you.”

Josephine rarely cried, so when she did, I would have done anything to stop it. She was just so tiny and helpless, ten or twelve pounds at most. It drove me mad to know she wanted something and I wasn’t able to give it to her immediately.

We both calmed the instant I had her in my arms.

I did give her back, but it was harder than I ever would have predicted.

I’d had a sample, and now I wanted the entire feast.

No matter how much I wanted it—I had, that wasn’t ever a question—I’d been avoiding this. Catherine had no idea what she’d awakened when she’d touched her lips to mine. She’d stoked the fire of my desire I’d kept carefully cold for a long time. There was no going back. My stomach was filled with flames, and I was burning for her.

“I’m not going to fuck you. I want you to lie down and let me make you come as many times as it takes to switch off your whirling dervish mind. Can you do that for me, sweetheart? Can you be a good girl for me and let me lick you?”

“It’s a workday, Elliot. We can’t spend it making out.” He arched a brow. “Your point? I’m the boss. If I want to kiss my assistant instead of showing up at the office on time, I will, and no one can tell me otherwise.”

I looked at Josephine and had a far different kind of urge. I wanted to watch her, protect her, keep her safe. Always.

face. “I like looking at you.” “Why?” “You know you’re gorgeous.”

Her curves were exaggerated and lush, like a figure in a painting from a different era. I’d hang her portrait on my wall, just like this, then murder every man who laid eyes on it.

Because I’d chosen to spend my precious free time with her and Josephine. It wasn’t a difficult choice.

Our girl is advanced for her age.

P.S. Everything extraordinary about Josephine came from you.

“I’ve got so much cum for you, sweetheart. Gonna fuck you again and again until you give me another baby.”

Joey plastered herself to his chest, nestling her head beneath his chin, and Elliot closed his eyes with a sigh. In that moment, they both looked right at home.

“I do. I love that little girl and her mother too. You’re both mine.”

“I don’t think you understand how in love with you I am.” “I think I do.” Her shining lips curved into a smile. “I’m right here with you, you know.”

I didn’t know any other toddlers, but I could say, without a doubt, mine was something special.

P.S. Thank you for making me feel…making me feel.