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of them with him as though they were a family. I’d bottled the information since he left my apartment in August, after turning me away. It had been a difficult time holding in these rampant emotions with no one to share them. He and Jordan now belonged to …Erika Erceg.
    From the light casting from the security bulb outside of his window, I could see Stenton grimace. He then mumbled a string of vulgarities under his breath. I don’t think I let out a single breath, awaiting his next move.
    “Zo, I’ve never loved anybody or anything like or more than I love you. I don’t think I’ll ever put anything or one above the love I have for you.”
    “You love Jordan far more than you love me,” I quickly hid my face, clearly embarrassed by my sudden jealousy of my own child. I felt exposed.
    But it was a portion of my new and undeniable insecurity. Stenton’s commitment to Jordan never faltered, unlike his affection for me. My lips quivered in embarrassment of that confession. Before colliding with this man I had no bouts with jealousy or inferiority, but since his leaving me, I’d questioned lots of my essence.
    “Look at me,” he gritted. I still attempted to hide my eyes. “Damn it, Zoey.” He took me at the chin. “Look at me!” My blurred eyes met his. “I love Jordan far beyond anything I’d ever thought was possible. When I look into his eyes, I see so much of my future, my legacy. I never thought I’d be so wrapped up in something so tiny.” As I listened, I felt the tears pool in my lids. “But that’s a different type of love. A different chamber of my heart. You are the very pulse of that heart that keeps it alive and capable of letting anything in. You’re the reason I could love Jordan. Sometimes I fucking wonder if I love you more than I love me. Look at this!” I sucked in a breath as my eyes grew at his ring finger, bearing my initial directly in my view. He’d now had my attention. “Always and forever, Zoey. No matter who or what, I’ll never have another love.”  
    “Stenton!” I whispered desperately.
    And without thought, I grabbed him by the back of the head, pulling him into me until his mouth covered mine. In the recesses of my consciousness I knew I was crossing the line, knew I was wrong because he’d moved on to another woman. However, my immediate need overruled all morality and for the second time, I’d conceded and consented to overlooking my heart. I wanted him to make love to me. Yearned for him to provide a security that I never needed until him. I needed to feel that I was good enough to be with the man who stole my heart.
    Stenton’s mouth moved down to my neck, making me squirm underneath him. I felt my desire liquefy between my legs. I was too caught up to react to him ripping my pajama shirt open, sending the buttons popping into the air. He next removed my flannel bottoms and panties, discarding them as well.
    When he slowly licked down to my breasts, I clenched the sheets beneath my palms while biting my bottom lip to the point of breaking skin. And when Stenton worked down my belly and to the apex of my thighs, his facial hairs tickled my heightened skin and my hands gripped the back of his head as my pelvis thrust into his face. He inserted a finger in me, rolling it several times before including a second, eliciting a groan. The combination brought ripples of pleasure to every inch of me. I wanted to call out his name, affirming his diligence, but I couldn’t for fear of alerting the house of our activities.
    Then I felt his finger enter a new cavity…the one below my vagina. My eyes flew open. That sensation was new. There was an area unexplored. The awkward impression of it didn’t supersede the pleasure from his tongue or other fingers inside of me. In fact, within seconds, it tripled the pleasure. The triad effect had my back bowing off the bed. Stenton was busy below, twirling his masterful tongue, plunging his long fingers into my core and