He looked at Marigold, and she watched as his expression changed. His eyes dropped, and his face seemed to pale slightly."I'm scared I'm going to screw up. Or that I'll drop her, and she's gonna end up hurt. I haven't slept because I don't know if she's still breathing at night. They certainly didn't state how your entire world flips upside down when you become a parent."A warm smile grew on her face. He felt how every other parent in the world felt. And she knew that he would make an amazing dad in the end.Once he figured out how to do everything.ATLASAtlas felt blessed to have Marigold. He was ready to be the father and role model she needed. He wanted to do everything right since she wouldn't have a mother in her life. He watched as she cooed in her sleep. He ached to hold her, feeling like he was being a bad father for putting her down.He looked at Elena, needing to focus his attention on something else. He studied her golden blond hair and light brown eyes. She had a calmin
Quite the contrary. Marigold was a sweet, energetic youngster who kept Elena on her toes. But then there was Atlas, who was there all day while she cared for his kin, stuffing himself inside his office where he kept the door shut like a hibernating grizzly.He would then emerge during meal hours, scarfing down lazy meals until Elena insisted they have dinner together. It was vital for Marigold to know her father rather than just some woman who took over the spot of both parents.His sense of humor made her heart leap. Elena was certainly quick to giggle, but Atlas had such a way with his expressions and delivery that tickled her funny bone. He spoke so dryly, his face deadpan as if he had been practicing comedy for years.During an evening when the air was crisp, they all sat at the dinner table talking about Elena’s time at college and, inevitably, about the strange position Alas had at this supposed Hendrick. She thought it was some kind of gentlemen’s club that he was pulling her l
Elena leaned forward on the table, her breasts sitting on it like it was the perfect shelf. He thought he could see a flicker of the shade of the bra she was wearing in his peripheral vision. It was rude to stare, even if a woman was being so indirectly direct with her advances. But it was a lot like trying not to look directly into the striking spill of the luminous moon.Coral. Her bra was coral.“Yes,” she murmured.Her bulbous flesh bobbed up and down, just begging for his baseball mitt size paw to wrap around and massage them.“Why would I have a secretary?” he said, cocking a gentle eyebrow.She shrugged, then slowly rose from the table. She lingered as she bent forward, those glowing orbs looking like their own flavorful meal.Atlas had to clear his throat to stifle a grunt.“Oh, just something silly my mother said. She said not to get attached to the kid because then you might fall in love with your secretary and run off with her.”Marigold was beginning to doze off, so Elena
Finally, after hours of attempts at comfort, little Marigold dozed off in her arms. The adrenaline scorching through Elena’s body had evaporated, leaving her taut and spent. She carefully laid the child in her crib with extra effort to be stealthy.It was only when she snuck out of the bedroom, leaving the door slightly ajar, that she remembered the carnal embrace they’d had in the kitchen.The house was dead quiet. Elena lifted her hand to her lips, running two fingers over their plumpness, trying to summon the memory of his taste. It felt so recent, yet, so long ago. Her entire attention had been on a disturbed Marigold, and then, standing there in the darkness, she remembered how badly she had wanted him.She hadn’t wanted anyone like that in a long time.She sauntered down the hall and stopped at his door. She bit her lip, imagining him in bed, pleasing himself just to keep the naughty thoughts at bay. She wanted to be the thing that pleased him, that felt him tense and release de
She had her hair down, set free from its usual tight bindings. It was longer than he suspected, flowing over the tops of her unencumbered breasts. Her fingers were long and slender, her waistline and hips in the shape of a vase. She was robust like Aphrodite, waiting for him on a cloud.Elena said nothing as she came to him, sitting on the side of the bed. Her hand crawled toward him, resting it against his wrist.“Marigold is asleep,” she whispered. “when I came in here, I wanted to make sure to ask you a vital question.”His cock rose to attention beneath the covers. He slept naked, so it pushed up against the comforter that covered him. It was titillating, knowing there was but a single boundary left between their completely naked bodies.He focused on her, her dazzling eyes looking over the seductive tilts of her eyelids.“Ask me,” he murmured.She hesitated for a moment, then her voice returned to its husky, jazz tongue lilt.“Do you like me?”Atlas chuckled. As he did, he ripped
She looked at Atlas's closed door. She walked toward it and cracked it open, peering inside. Atlas still slept soundly. She heard him softly snoring.She wondered if he had caught a bug or maybe he wasn't a night person and stayed up too late. She wanted to wake him but thought better of it. She would just let him rest.She went back to taking care of her charge. They had lunch, and then before she knew it, she started dinner. When the meal was ready, she once more looked at Atlas's bedroom door. She hadn't heard him get up or even use the restroom. It made her worry.She put dinner away after eating and bathed Marigold. She put her to bed and once more checked in on Atlas. She walked toward his bed and placed her hand on his arm."Atlas? You okay?"He grunted and rolled over, eyes closed. She wet her lips and was about to say something but stopped. She sighed, letting him sleep instead. Apparently, he needed the rest.She left the room and retreated to her own. She could wake him tom
She gripped her hands into tight fists. Her lips pulled into a straight line, and she inhaled sharply.“If you're not going to be honest with me, then I'm not staying. I told you I wasn't going to watch after your kid day in and day out. I'm the nanny, not the mother."She turned on her heel and marched toward the door. He quickly pulled himself out of bed and reached for her hand, stopping her."Stop!" Elena yelled, but he didn't."Just give me a second to explain," he whispered, making her pause.He knew she wouldn't believe him unless she saw with her own eyes, so he turned them toward the door and walked her out to the backyard.The grass was wet, and it smelled like it had recently rained. He turned toward her on the deck and took a few steps back."Now, you can't say I didn't warn you," he said, watching her look at him confused.He relaxed his muscles and allowed himself to shift into his bear form. His bones moved, and his muscles contracted. And then she screamed.Elena's eye
Atlas took a hesitant step toward her.Outside, the wind had picked up. Leaves and thick, rich patches of soil blew around in gusts and spurts.The air had smelled wet and ripe, as though it was about to rain.“I want you. Only you,” Atlas said. His eyes were sincere … sincere enough that Atlas believed him. “More than anything. But I have to ensure that the council approves of our relationship first.”“Why?”Elena settled into the rocking chair next to the baby’s bed.Marigold was still awake but allowed Elena to cradle her. It was as if the baby knew Elena needed to hold her.“Because,” Atlas leaned against the changing table, “the council rarely approves of bears and humans mixing. Socially and … romantically.”“Is it really that big of a deal?” Elena found the strength to ask Timber, who crossed his arms over his chest.“It isn’t to me. But the bear council wants us to keep our bloodlines pure. They believe that mating with humans is physically impossible, and even if it were poss