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“When I said I wanted you here with me, I didn’t just mean for a night or two because it’s not just the sex I missed. It was you, all of you, and it’s all of you that I want with me forever. I don’t care if we argue because I know we’ll be able to make up afterward. I don’t mind if you shut down sometimes, so long as you let me in eventually. I hope that makes sense.”
“It does.” The words came out in a harsh whisper as I spoke through tears. “It makes perfect sense. I wish someone had explained relationships to me better when I was young, so I wouldn’t be so quick to run away from it.”
“It’s not your fault you ran away. All you saw was shit, so you didn’t know how to expect something good,” he said, bringing my hand to his mouth and pressing his lips to the back of it. “But will you believe me when I say that all I want is for you to trust me and that I love you and want you with me?”
I nodded, getting up onto my knees. I wrapped my fingers around his neck, running them along the nape, dragging my nails through the short hairs there, and grinning as I heard the sharp little gasp of arousal I’d missed since we’d been apart. “I do believe you.”
He looked down into my face, reaching up to drag his thumb along my chin. “Does it scare you when I tell you I want you for the rest of our lives?”
“It terrifies me,” I said, willing myself to tell him the whole truth. “But the thing is, it’s not you that I don’t trust. It’s myself.”
“That’s okay,” he said. “I can be there to make it easier for you. Let’s just take us step by step.”
I reached up, wrapped my arms around his neck, and pressed my mouth to his, allowing his lips to move with mine in the slow, delicious way that preceded lovemaking. Then, without removing his lips from me, he skated them down to my jaw and then down my neck, pushing me into the mattress as he covered me with his weight. I sighed in contentment for the first time in weeks as his teeth pressed into my neck.
This was home to me, and it would be for as long as I could hold onto it.
If I didn’t do anything to fuck it up.
Chapter Thirty-Two
SPENCER
That moment, when she came to me in the middle of the night, marked a turning point for Nat and me. Thank God we managed to move in the direction of her trusting me just enough to open up to me.
After that, there was hardly a night we didn’t spend together, either in her bed or mine. I was thankful she’d made the trek to my place, particularly because her place was much closer to her office, and I knew how much she loved it there. Hell, what wasn’t to love? I loved the damn place so much that I decided to turn my home in the Hollywood Hills into a vacation rental spot for people looking to rub elbows with the rich and famous.
I hadn’t spent much time there since meeting Nat, anyway. When I thought about it, that was merely where I’d spent many nights wasting time with numerous women after long nights out. As exquisite as the estate was, it only reminded me of a life I never wanted to return to again.
Now, my home was truly this beach house. It’s where Nat and I seemed to start this relationship and where we were keeping it growing.
Wow, all this romance had turned me into one hell of a sentimental son of a bitch.
“I love waking up to the sun’s reflection sparkling over the waves of the ocean,” Nat said, sitting on the chaise next to the window, pulling on her tall boots.
“I love watching the sun on the waves, all sparkly and shit,” I said, running a towel through my wet hair, smiling at her, “while your sexy ass sits as the focal point of the most impressive view in this room.”
“That’s a mouthful,” she teased, standing up and turning to admire the view before work took her away from me for the day.
“We should call in,” I said, walking up behind her, feeling my dick harden at the idea of her reaching around and taking advantage that I had only a towel wrapped around my waist.
“Call in?” She laughed. Then she turned to face me. “We’re practically our own bosses. We should just fuck, start the day, do the day, fuck during the day, order takeout tonight, then end it all by licking dessert off each other’s bodies.”
I smiled down into her teasing eyes and kissed her nose. “It’s good to have you back, baby. Everyone would blame me if your funny, dirty little mouth never returned because you got too serious.”
“Oh, that side will never leave me, honey,” she flirted with her long eyelashes. “It’s just that I haven’t been in the mood to speak all my wisdom lately.”
“My point exactly, and they’d all kick my ass for that,” I said, bringing my hand over her perfect tight ass. “Let’s say we play it your way.”
“Yes?” She held onto that word like the sexy vixen she was.
“Then, perhaps we can squeeze a short visit to my office today. This skirt is begging for me to bend you over my office desk and—”
Her eyebrow arched, prompting me to halt my request and refrain from laughing because I knew she had something smart-ass to say about this.
“If I wanted to play the boss fucks the secretary games, I would’ve done that with you long ago, Mr. Monroe. But you should know that even though I like the idea of you fucking me, I’m not a woman who likes to be bent over dominant boss’s desks.”
“I wasn’t trying to play that particular game,” I teased back. “I was more or less trying to play the hot real estate agent who wants to fuck the VP of Mitchell and—”
