One Night (The Sullivan Family, #4)

by Lena Hendrix

Things got heated. I’m fine. To answer your question, I only ever stay on nights you’re there.

I wish I could have you. I wish you were mine. In reality, I have wanted you for years and I hate that I can’t have you. I thought that taking care of my dad and giving up everything was the hardest thing that I have ever had to do, but the truth is that wanting you is by far the single hardest thing I have ever had to do.

“I know this is reckless, but I want you. I need you.” My palm moved over his hard length through his trunks, and he bit back a moan. “Right now.” On his face, desire and need were at war with the consequences of my begging. “Just this once,” I added before he could shoot me down. “And we won’t tell anyone.” His dark eyes stared down at me as he sat back on his heels and looked at me, splayed out and begging for him. “When I’m done with you, you’ll be lucky if they didn’t hear you screaming my name.”

“If you need it rough and dirty, I can give that to you. I swear I can give you everything you’ll ever need.”

I didn’t want hearts and flowers and promises. I wanted him.

“You’re stronger than you think. You don’t need anybody. But what I’m telling you is you don’t have to do it alone.”

“Sylvie, I liked you before this happened. You are funny and sweet and full of fire. I am willing to take you in any form you’re willing to give me. You have my word that I will be the best father to our kid.”

families should be what your soul needs.”

She was so goddamn cute, and I was scared to death. I was falling in love with the mother of my child, and I had absolutely no clue what to do about it.

“You are stubborn, woman, but you will hear me. You may have gone your whole life without people prioritizing you, but that ends with me.” His eyes moved over my features as my lip quivered. “Sylvie, it’s you or no one. It has always been you.”

“Don’t cry, baby. I’m trying to tell you that I love you—that I have loved you for far too long without telling you. Before we ever got pregnant, I fell in love with your smile, your humor, your heart. I used to imagine a world where Outtatowner didn’t exist and I could flirt with you, sweep you off your feet, and take you for coffee. Show you off to my family. I don’t care what your last name is as long as it eventually becomes Sullivan.”

“Come on. Let me take you for a spin on the dance floor before our food gets here.” “I’m eight months pregnant. It will be like dancing with a parade float.” Duke smirked. “First of all, you’re the sexiest parade float I’ve ever seen.”