Master of Fortune by Katherine Garbera Page A

building them both back toward the pinnacle.
    He caught her face in his hand, tipped her head back until she was forced to look at him as he rode her. Her eyes widened and he felt something shift within him. He wanted to go so deep that the two of them would never be separated again.
    She gasped his name as he increased his pace, feeling his own climax rushing toward him. He changed the angle of his penetration so that he would hit the G-spot inside her body.
    Her mouth opened on a scream that was his name as her orgasm rolled through her body. He continued thrusting, driving himself deeper and deeper until he came in a rush, shouting her name.
    He wrapped his arms around her, letting his body relax for a moment. He felt the strength in her arms as she hugged him, and he knew he couldn’t let this be a mistake. Not just because of the work situation but because this woman meant more to him than he’d realized.
    He got out of bed and went into her en suite bathroom. He had to search to find a flannel, then he wet it and brought it back to the bed where Astrid waited. He wiped her tenderly between her legs.
    “Stay with me tonight?” she asked.
    He couldn’t deny her. He got into bed next to her and pulled her into his arms. Astrid was different than every other woman he’d dated, something he’d felt from the beginning, but in this moment he understood why.
    He couldn’t sleep as he held her. He knew that his life was complicated and he didn’t know where Astrid fit into it. He stayed awake all night puzzling over what to do with this woman who was everything he’d ever wanted in a woman and nothing that he knew what to do with. But there were no easy answers where she was concerned.
    When the sun started to rise, he rolled her over and under him, making love to her again. He left her dozing to shower and dress and when he came out of the bathroom she was no longer in her bed.

    Astrid had wanted nothing more than to stay in bed and wait for Henry, and that scared her. She knew that it had been wrong to sleep with him without telling him all her secrets. Because he might start thinking that they could have a relationship that would be more than an affair…
    And then what would she say? How would she casually bring up the fact that she couldn’t have kids? That her one disastrous affair with Daniel had taken a bigger toll on her than she’d admitted?
    “Astrid?”
    “In here,” she said from the kitchen. “I know you take your coffee black, but how do you like your eggs?”
    Henry stood in the doorway freshly showered and dressed. Was she really going to fix him breakfast? She felt that she had to because otherwise she just seemed like a big coward for running away from him.
    “I like them fried. But you don’t have to fix me breakfast.”
    “Um…are you sure?”
    “Yes,” he said. “I’ll take that coffee, though.”
    She poured him a cup of coffee. She couldn’t sit across the table from him right now. There was too much on her mind. “I need to shower.”
    “Go ahead,” he said. “Do you mind if I stay? I’ll take you to breakfast when’re done.”
    She nodded and left the room as quickly as possible. Standing in her own bathroom, she stared at her reflection in the mirror.
    The problem with having a secret like hers was there was no outward sign that anything was wrong with her. Any man who saw her would assume she was a normal female with all the required working parts.
    She shook her head. She didn’t need to worry about that. Henry wasn’t a family man—God, that was a lie. He might not have a wife and child of his own, but he was deeply committed to his mother and stepfather and half brothers.
    She showered and quickly got dressed, thinking the sooner they got out of her flat the better.
    “Do you mind working today?” Henry asked, as they left the building.
    “Not at all.” That would be a lifesaver, she thought. Hopefully it would bring an end to her thoughts and let her get back