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“Yes,” I breathe out.

That sounds fucking hot.

And I know Suit will only take things as far as I want him to.

“I fucking love you, Elena,” he rasps before he comes inside me, which sends me over the edge as well.

“I love you too.”

I roll off him, and he slides his fingers inside me, pushing his cum back inside me. “I love how messy you are, princess.” He gets his fingers nice and wet, then slides them over my ass. “One day I’ll fill you up here too.”

He’s so dirty, and I love it.

I love him.

And all I feel is hope that we can make this marriage work.

SUIT

I’ve just finished work, and now I’m sitting at the bar with Elena right next to me. I’m having a beer, and she’s having a water. She’s been having some weird cravings this week, and I’ve been making sure she gets everything she needs, even if it is pickles covered in Fruit Roll-Ups.

“You know, you never got to see me in my wedding lingerie,” she murmurs, looking at pictures on her phone. “I took a photo so I could remember what I looked like.”

“You look so sexy,” I whisper, regret filling me. My shoulders slump, knowing I should have stayed with her that night.

She lowers her voice. “Maybe I could wear it for you tonight, and we can have a do-over.”

“I would love that,” I reply, tucking her hair back behind her ear. “At least I’ll still be the first person to see it on you.”

She stills for a moment, and then clears her throat.

My brow furrows. “What?”

“Nothing,” she replies a little too quickly.

I grip her face and turn it to face me. “Princess, you better tell me what you’re thinking right now. Did someone else see you wearing your lingerie?”

“It was an accident,” she blurts out. “And, Suit, you aren’t going to do anything to him. I thought it was you coming back to my room, but it wasn’t.”

Who else would have gone to her room? Then it hits me—someone had to bring her suitcases to her.

My eyes roam to the pool table, where Romeo is playing a game with Danger. I try to stand, but she quickly sits on my lap, gripping my face with her cheeks. “He didn’t do anything. He apologized and walked right out.”

“He saw you in your lingerie on our wedding night,” I grit out, wanting to murder him. All the women love him too. She probably wished it was him she was marrying. My eyes slam shut as I breathe through my rage.

“It’s not his fault. You were the one who didn’t want to consummate the marriage that night,” she unhelpfully reminds me. Her eyes go to the pole room and then back to me. I haven’t been in there since she returned. I didn’t want her to think I needed to see other tits and ass to function or to hurt her feelings.

“Come on,” she commands, taking my hand and leading me, surprisingly, to the pole room.

Angel is sitting in there alone, scrolling on his phone, and for once there are no half-naked women around.

Elena pushes me down on the couch next to him.

“What are you doing?” Angel asks, frowning.

“Stopping him from beating up Romeo.”

“What did he do?”