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He pulled out and thrust back into her, his body trembling as his cock pulsated inside her. “God, Rose. My God.” He collapsed on top of her and kissed her lips, her cheeks, her neck. “I’ll never love another.”

“Nor will I,” she said, sighing softly.

“So, my sweet Rose.” He turned them onto their sides, his cock still embedded in her. “What are we going to do now?” He threaded his fingers through her hair.

“I don’t know,” Rose said. “I wish I did, Cam.”

“I’ve ruined you, sweetheart.”

“I don’t feel ruined.”

“You are. And you’ve ruined me for anyone else. If you won’t marry me, I’ll die a monk.”

Rose giggled. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am. I swear it. I’ll take you to Gretna Green tonight, and you’ll be mine by the end of the week.”

“I’m yours already.” She kissed his chin. “But we can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Well, for one thing, we’re under quarantine. We can’t leave. And there’s Kat to consider. She might need us. And of course there’s my family.”

“No doubt they’d frown on me for a son-in-law.”

“I won’t lie to you. They won’t be happy. Except for Lily. She won’t judge us. But I don’t care. You’re the one I want.”

“And Xavier?”

“Well…that’s a touchy situation. He’s bringing his father to Laurel Ridge next weekend to meet me. I…I don’t want to hurt him, Cam. He’s been kind and generous with me, and he doesn’t deserve what I’m going to do to him.”

“Has he mentioned marriage to you?”

“No, not yet.”

Cameron stroked her bare arms, making her shudder. “Rose, I should tell you… Oh, never mind.” He got up from the bed.

“You’re not leaving, are you?” Rose said.

“No, sweet. I’m just getting a warm cloth.”

“What for?”

“To take care of you. There might be some blood.” He wet a cloth in the lukewarm water in the basin and wrung it out. “Open your legs for me.”

“I can’t get used to you saying that,” Rose giggled.

“Why?”

“It makes me feel so wicked.”

He nudged her thighs apart. “It’s not a wicked thing for the man who loves you to take care of you. Now, come on.” He gently rubbed the cloth over Rose’s intimate area.

The warm cloth soothed her. “Is there any blood?”

“Just a little. Does it hurt?”

“Not really. Not so much that I couldn’t do it again.” She smiled.


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