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sexual hibernation and was now raring to go, 24/7. I’d have to try and pace myself; it wouldn’t be fair on Stella to leap on her as much as I wanted to. She would need time to adjust to us being intimate again otherwise I’d make her sore.
    Turning off the water, I dried myself and laughed. I might well be having several cold showers a day for a while.
    Returning to the bedroom feeling far more relaxed, I walked over to William’s crib. There he was. My little man. My chest swelled again, this time with so much love that it felt like my heart might explode. Leaning down, I used my little finger to gently trace the tips of his tiny fingers before pulling my hand away so I didn’t wake him.
    Before his birth, I’d been terrified that I wouldn’t feel anything for William. I’d thought perhaps I’d be incapable of loving my child, soulless, just like my father. I grimaced as I thought of him. From the brutal way he treated Nicholas and me, he had never loved either of us, even if for a while I had convinced myself that his abusive actions were for my benefit.
    Thankfully, with Stella by my side, none of my concerns had been realised, and from the very first second that I’d laid eyes on Will, I’d loved him so utterly and completely that it was almost incomprehensible to me.
    Watching as his little legs briefly kicked out, I smiled. I still couldn’t get over how small he was. Small but perfectly formed, I corrected myself, as I looked at his ten tiny toes and little chubby cheeks. It seemed so incredible that Stella and I had made something so bloody amazing, but here he was, living and breathing proof.
    How the hell I’d ever gotten this lucky I had no idea, but I was going to grab it with both hands and cling onto both Will and Stella for dear life.
    An ironic grunt left my lips as I thought back to my life before Stella when I’d lived an insular existence as a hard-nosed businessman during the day and focused Dominant by night. The Nathan of then would have sneered at how pussy-whipped I was now, and some days I still wondered how the hell I’d gone through the transformation that I had, but I really wouldn’t have it any other way.
    Making my way to the kitchen to get a drink of water I stopped in the lounge and picked up the discarded clothes from earlier. Folding and piling them neatly on a chair, my eyes lingered on the sofa where we’d made love. Well, not complete love making. Once Stella had convinced me she was ready for us to be intimate again I had made an on-the-spot decision to save that for tomorrow – Christmas Day – but what we had done together tonight had been fantastic.
    God, the last three months of self-enforced celibacy had been fucking torture. It had felt like I’d had a stiffy for ninety per cent of the time, and I bloody hated having to resort to my own hand for pleasure. Obviously having Will in our lives was incredible, but there had been no denying the fact that I am, and probably always will be, very sexual. I love sex, and I’m not ashamed to admit it. I’d loved the way Stella had looked during her pregnancy too. People always go on about a ‘radiant glow’ and I’d always scoffed at such an idea, but it had turned out to be true. She’d looked glowingly healthy and very fuckable. The idea that my baby was growing in her belly had only heightened my lust and almost constant need to be inside her. Luckily, her pregnancy hormones had worked in my favour, and my little temptress had been horny as hell throughout most of the pregnancy.
    Turning from the sofa, I wandered to the kitchen. I was still slightly in shock about Stella’s little outburst earlier too. I’d had no idea that she had taken my avoidance of sex so to heart and actually thought I might have been cheating on her. Shaking my head, I frowned. For fuck’s sake, I try to do the right thing by her and let her recover after the birth and what do I get? Accusations of adultery. I might have led a less than