Too Much to Bear My Love

Perhaps it was the day’s proceedings that made Amelia uneasy even in sleep. Oscar’s light touch woke her up immediately. He saw that her eyes were reddened from crying and felt another pang in his heart.

Amelia blinked rapidly, then reached out and caressed Oscar’s face. “Mr. Clinton, it seems that I’m only able to receive such affection from you in my dreams. I may be nothing more than a toy to you in reality, but in my dreams, perhaps I can be your wife.”

Oscar was stunned for a moment. He then realized that Amelia must have thought she was still fast asleep.

Looking at her bleary eyes, Oscar couldn’t help but laugh. He’d never really witnessed this vulnerable side of her before.

Seeing him laugh, Amelia couldn’t help but be pleased. She leaned forward and kissed Oscar sensually on the lips, saying in a low voice, “Mr. Clinton, will you touch me? I want to be the only one you touch.”

Oscar’s eyes shifted. Like a wolf ready to devour, he clambered atop Amelia, careful not to let any weight rest on her belly. He looked straight down into her face and said enigmatically, “Do you really want me to touch you that much?”

Amelia giggled, still imagining herself in dreamland. “Mr. Clinton, this feels incredibly real. I’ve dreamed of this moment so many times before, but never like this. I can almost feel your hunger! That’s just as well. You’ll forget all about Cassie and only think about your wife now.”

Oscar’s heart was racing. He said, teasing, “You don’t want me to think about Cassie?”

Amelia shook her head firmly. “Mr. Clinton, how I wish you belonged to me alone.”

Having declared thus, she pulled Oscar close and kissed him fervently on his lips, finding a savage joy in the impossibility of that moment.

She would not think about letting go.

Meanwhile, Oscar had abandoned every other thought. In their passion, both of them had lost themselves entirely to the world and time.

After the affair came to its inevitable conclusion, Amelia drifted off to sleep in exhaustion. Oscar couldn’t help but smile. “You sure know how to get out of things! I came here wanting to talk to you, but you’ve already fallen asleep.”

The next day, Amelia woke up to find herself wrapped in Oscar’s arms. She was momentarily baffled but quickly cast her confusion aside when she caught sight of his sleeping face. A smile still lurked at the corners of his mouth. She reached out and playfully pinched his cheeks.

Oscar woke up in pain.

He grabbed hold of Amelia’s hands and demanded, “What are you doing?”

Amelia leaned her head on his chest and said somewhat dully, “Mr. Clinton, when did you come back?”

“Have you forgotten how you pounced onto me last night?” Oscar nudged Amelia.

Amelia’s cheeks immediately turned crimson. Recalling the events of the previous night, she thought with a shudder, Wasn’t all that just a dream?

Among the memories rapidly filling her mind were the words she’d said last night. She would never have considered uttering them under normal circumstances.

“Feeling shy?” Oscar asked, feeling uncharacteristically jovial.

and said shyly, “Mr. Clinton,

your arms and said that you wanted me. You didn’t say

relief. However, there was a niggling feeling that Oscar

interest in him had already exceeded that of a financial backer. He knew that she

you going to stay over at her place?”

upset

her bare body, Amelia slowly got dressed

her in. He was only wearing a pair of boxers, and the sight of his taut, muscular body

behind and

time to rinse her mouth, then said, “Mr. Clinton, you and Ms. Yard are both extremely eligible individuals. Together, you’re a match made in heaven. I’ve just been a substitute

you weren’t upset? You’re so bitter with jealousy that you’re almost rank with

said earnestly, “Mr. Clinton, Ms. Yard is

any feelings whatsoever in him. Even when Cassie had placed his

Cassie. When Cassie had returned, however, he wasn’t as enthusiastic to see her as he had expected himself to be. He could put up with her pettiness but found himself lacking the urge to touch her, hold her, and claim her

belly, “Oz, I practically gave up my entire career for you and this child. You

his arms and comforted her then, saying, “Don’t be silly. You’ve really let your imagination

whether he hoped for a boy or a girl. She’d then launched into a discussion of baby

that he was no longer quite as

too overcome with happiness to speak. She muttered, “Mr. Clinton, I suppose it’s a sort of happiness that can’t be put into words. That’s just so. With the woman you love bearing your child, I wouldn’t believe you even if you

his eyes. In

strong grip. “Mr. Clinton, I’m sticky all over with perspiration. I

you,” Oscar

to be late for work. I’ll have to pass up on the privilege

a look, then

he had gone, Amelia caught sight of her pale self

on the sofa, “Mr. Clinton, I’ll make a move first. I’ve got to head off

as Amelia reached for

is it,

rest of your life. My only condition is that you must

at him in disbelief. A look of

Clinton, are you being serious?” Amelia

Oscar merely nodded.

you insist on leaving him here

back by the strength of Amelia’s ardent

threatening

I’ll have to count on in this life. You have everything you could ever ask for, so you don’t know just how precious something can be. If I leave my child with you, you’ll merely treat him as a toy to be played with

He’d never imagined