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I tilt my head to the side, studying him. “You know about the money?”

“Yeah,” he mutters, looking nervous. “Streak found it when I asked him to research you. I only asked though because I was trying to figure you out.” He meets my gaze. “You mad at me?”

“Maybe I should be but no, I’m not. I didn’t exactly give you much of a choice, did I?”

He shakes his head, sitting down next to me again. “That’s no excuse. I shouldn’t have done it and I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

“You’re right. It won’t because anything you want to know from now on, just ask me. I love you, Chance, and I’m done taking things slow. I want this,” I say, taking his hand. “If you do.”

“Baby,” he says, kissing our laced fingers. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you. Just took me a bit longer to convince you.”

I roll my eyes, despite the fact he’s saying everything I’ve wanted to hear since I first realized I was in love with him. “You just wanted to fuck me in the beginning.”

“No, this was more than that from the start and you know it.”

I can’t deny his words. Even when I was fighting with everything I have, this was more than just sex. We were always meant to be more.

“Since I was a little kid, I always wanted a family of my own, a real family where the dad stuck around and the mom wasn’t drunk all the time but no one ever fit the bill until I met you, Carly. Hell, maybe that’ll scare you, but I’ve known since I first saw you standing in Ali’s living room that there was something special about you. You were made for me.”

Biting my lip, I swing my leg over his thighs, my skirt bunching up around my hips, and face him as I press him back into the couch. His expression morphs into one of surprise.

“Are you sure?” he asks and I lay my finger over his lips, telling him to be quiet. After everything that’s happened today, this is exactly what I need and he’s not going to stop me.

His eyes soften as he slips his hand into my hair, cupping the back of my neck as he pulls me forward onto his waiting lips. He kisses me with reverence, spilling the love he’s been holding back into one single kiss and I melt in his lap, finally at peace in a way I’ve never been before. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he stands with me in his arms and doesn’t pull away until he gets to my bedroom and lays me down on the bed.

“I love you,” he whispers, meeting my eyes briefly before he leans in and presses a quick kiss on my lips. His hands slip under my shirt as he starts peppering kisses down my neck. I arch into his touch as he trails his fingers over my skin, caressing me softly instead of going for my tit or clit like he normally would. He’s worshipping me tonight and after all the memories that have popped up over the last thirty minutes, it’s exactly what I need.

“Chance,” I breathe out, gripping the back of his shirt as he moves down to kiss my belly and I pull it over his head. It doesn’t even slow him down. He pushes my shirt up and presses his lips to my belly before swirling his tongue across it and I grip the sheet underneath me, arching off the bed again.

“Princess, I’m gonna have to tie you up if you can’t lie still.”

I glower at him, but it lacks any punch. “Go ahead and try.”

He chuckles, a husky sound that hits me right between my thighs and his green eyes darken as he prowls back up my body and hovers over my lips.

“Now, why would you go and say that when you know I will? Maybe you want me to tie you down.”

I shake my head. “I just want you.”

He steals a kiss before pulling away and sliding back down my body. When he gets to the waistband of my skirt, he moves to the side and slowly slides the zipper down before yanking it off and tossing it to the floor. His hands push my shirt up and he flashes me a look that makes it clear he wants it off. Now. I sit up and pull it over my head, letting it join my skirt on the floor as I lean back on my elbows and he crawls up to me again.

“Please, Chance,” I whisper.

He smiles and reaches behind my back to unhook my bra, sliding it down my arms. When he stands to strip his jeans off, I lift my hips off the bed and shimmy out of my panties, tossing them at him. A wolfish grin lights up his face as he catches them before tossing them to the floor and shoving his jeans and boxer briefs down. As he stalks back toward the bed, he wraps his hand around his cock and strokes it slowly, his gaze locked on mine the entire time. My breath punches out of my body and I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to which I definitely don’t.

“Spread your legs, Darlin’,” he rasps and I release a breathy moan as my head falls back and my knees part. His answering groan feels almost as good as his touch… almost. Kneeling on the bed, his hands slide up my thighs and he pushes them further apart as he lowers his face to my pussy. My chest rises and falls rapidly as I wait for him to touch me where I need him and he doesn’t disappoint, trailing his finger down my slit.

“Oh, God,” I whisper, lifting my hips as I try to get more and he laughs again. Before I can yell at him to give me what I need, he slips a finger inside me and his tongue flicks against my clit, making me cry out as I hold a death grip on the sheets beneath me. He moves slowly, taking his time dragging his finger out before slowly sinking it back into me and it’s pure torture. Just when I think that he’s never going to give me anymore, he pulls his finger out and hooks both hands over the tops of my thighs, his tongue diving into me.

“Chance!” I scream, my hips bucking up against his face hard and his grip on my thighs tightens as he moves back to my clit, sucking it into his mouth and I moan, fisting my hair as I grab my breast. He develops a rhythm, flicking my clit before sucking on it and ending with dipping down to my entrance as he holds me still with his hands on my legs. It drives me out of my mind with need and I’m dripping but it’s not enough.

“More,” I moan, reaching down between my legs to fist a chunk of his hair and he groans against my pussy. Pulling away, he wipes his mouth with his hand and I wonder if it would be possible to come from looking at the fire in his eyes.

“Are you on birth control?” he asks and I blink as I try to process his words.

“Um… yes.”

He leans over me, one hand cupping my cheek. “You’re mine, Carly, and I want to take you without anything separating us but it’s up to you.”