Free For Richer for Poorer by Cassandra Black

pouted.
     
                  "I'm still interested, you know," he said. "After I get on my feet, the offer still stands."
     
                  Her eyes were flaming. "You're impossible, Hamilton Steele."
     
                  "I know," he said, reaching over to touch her mouth. 
     
                  "We're not finished with this conversation," she said.
     
                  "Yes we are," he said. She knew he was serious. 
     
                  He stood up and reached for her, drawing her into his arms.  His bare chest felt good.  He led her down the hall to the bedroom. They made love until the early morning and fell asleep in each others arms.

 
    Chapter 14
     
                  One Saturday evening in October, a few of months later, after Hamilton finished installing insulation in the attic, he pulled Miranda down on the couch into his arms.  She had been on her new property specialist job for a couple of months and was working a few nights a week in a closing attorney's office for extra money. They had grown close, but were spending less and less time together with her schedule. He missed her, and when they were together, her focus was on saving enough to get Colbert and Company back up and running.
     
                  "Now, let's talk about this business of yours and your plans to get it back on its feet," he said.
     
                  "I know that tone," she said. "What are you up to?"
     
                  Hamilton had been a great help to her over the months. He often showed up with supplies and equipment, out of the blue, and did work on the property whenever he had a spare minute. He wouldn't accept a thing from her, but her love. That was easy; she'd fallen head over hills for him, but was afraid to give him her heart. After all, she'd never been invited to his place. There was still so much she didn't know about him.
     
                  "What if you didn't have to work?"
     
                  "What do you mean?" she asked.
     
                  He sighed, more sure than ever he'd ask her to marry him. He loved her fire, her knowledge, her willingness to do anything to make her dreams come true, her heart. She'd make a fine wife and fine mother of his children.
     
                  "Never mind," he said, smiling, studying her face.  "It's late, let's go to bed."               He stood up and reached for her hand. She followed him to the bedroom and let him cradle her naked body in his arms. As she began to doze off, she felt his hands circling her nipples and his manhood growing hard behind her. She knew he needed her; she needed him too. She turned to him and let him fill her with his passion. She'd fallen in love with Hamilton Steele, in just a few short months. She couldn't imagine her world without him.
     
                  After a little while, they lay awake in each others arms.
     
                  "Miranda?"
     
                  "Hmmm," she said.
     
                  "I want you to come out to my home tomorrow."
     
                  "Okay," she said, wondering why he'd taken so long to ask. She drifted off to sleep to dreams of a cute little dribbling baby boy, wearing a yellow hard hat and a too-big tool belt draped around his chubby belly.
     

 
    Chapter 15
     
     
                  Early Sunday morning, they woke and drove Hamilton's truck down the long back road to Antioch Reservoir. Miranda had put on her slender biking pants and a long-sleeved workout shirt. The morning air was cool; she regretted not bringing a jacket. She could feel the seasons changing. Hamilton said they'd stop by his house first, so he could change before they went to the park to exercise.  He said he'd have lunch prepared for them at his home after they worked out.