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“Your mother, who wants to kill you,” I remind her. “I will never let her get near you. Never.”

She stares at me, her eyes shining, her lips curling into an actual smile this time around. “Are you saying what I think you are?”

“What do you think I’m trying to say?”

“That you want to be with me,” she whispers.

“I already told you I did,” I remind her.

I wonder how long she wants to hide away in the woods when I have to go home. My father called me earlier today, demanding that I come back to the office, but I put him off. That’s going to work for only so long. I’m needed at Donato Enterprises. I have work to do. Things to attend to.

But I love this woman. I want her with me, and for once in her goddamn life, she seems to want me too. For real this time.

“Oh. Right,” she says softly.

“I’ve always wanted to be with you,” I confess. “You’re the one who pushed me away.”

“I was an idiot.”

I crack a smile. “Yeah, you were.”

She scowls. “I’ve changed my ways.”

“Not completely I hope.”

“Oh. So you want me to push you away again?”

“Hell no,” I practically growl, grabbing her by the waist and rolling onto my back, so she’s now lying on top of me. “You’re not going anywhere.”

She laughs and the sound is so joyful, so unexpectedly Sylvie, my heart pangs at the sound. This woman hasn’t known enough happiness in her life.

Maybe I can be the one to give it to her. I want to give her everything.

Every single little thing that could make her life better, I want to be the one who makes it happen.

“You have to leave soon though, don’t you?” A soft sigh leaves her before I can answer. “I’m going to miss you.”

“You said you would come back with me.”

“I don’t know…” The fear in her voice is obvious.

“You really want to stay out here by yourself? With Roland to keep you company?”

“And the cats,” she says at the same moment I lean in and press my mouth to her slender throat. She trembles at the first touch of my lips on her skin. “I’ll be okay without you.”

“Liar.” I glance up to find her watching me. “It’s okay to admit you don’t want me to leave.”

“I don’t want you to leave,” she automatically says.

“And I don’t want you to stay here.” I slide my hand down her side. Around her hip. Until I’m gently cupping her pussy. She’s warm and wet and I’m suddenly dying to sink myself into all that tight heat. “Come home with me.”

I keep having to repeat myself, but I’ve always had to coax Sylvie. I’m used to it.

And I’ve gotten better at it, too.

She frowns despite rocking her hips, leaning in to my touch. I part her lower lips, searching her, thrusting a single finger inside her body. She hisses in a breath. “I want to, but…”

“I’ll do this to you every night. Imagine it.” I withdraw my finger before plunging it back in, and she rocks with me, a soft moan sounding when I crook my finger, hitting that sensitive spot. “The two of us in my bed. Fucking all night.”


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