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I fall into Arsène’s bed and cry and cry and cry for hours.
Cry until I fall asleep in the comfort of the scent of the man I love.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
ARSÈNE
My phone is blowing up when I’m in the Uber on my way back to my apartment from the airport.
Christian: Something happened when I was away.
Arsène: I’m not helping you bury any bodies.
Christian: You think I’d ask you for something like that via text message? You think I’m that dumb?
Arsène: Don’t ask questions you’re not prepared to hear the answer for. What happened?
Christian: Arya took the spare keys for your apartment.
Arsène: I’m flattered, but she is not my type.
Christian: Winnie asked her for them, YOU MORON.
I will my heart to stop beating like a sledgehammer, but to no avail. The thought that Winnifred is in my apartment right now makes my pulse go haywire. I don’t even bother answering Christian. Just check the traffic app on my phone, which alerts me that, as usual, there’s a traffic jam from hell on my street.
I tap my foot against the car’s floor. Would it be an overreaction to bribe every single asshole in front of us to pull over and let us through?
When we get about five blocks from my apartment building, I tell the driver to stop and throw a wad of cash at him.
“You’re gonna walk the rest of the way?” he asks, surprised. “A little dangerous in the middle of the night ...”
But I’m already out, running like a maniac. When I get to my building, the door to the stairway is locked. I swear, kick a trash can, and call the elevator. The wait takes forever. So does the ride up to my apartment. Then I get inside, and my living room is completely empty. Winnifred-free.
I scan the kitchen and living area, then move swiftly to my bedroom, where I find her sprawled on my bed, fast asleep. The view of her like this, alone, takes my breath away.
Torn between my need to wake her up and talk to her and her need to sleep off her exhaustion, the latter wins, and I crawl into bed, wrap my arms around her, bury my nose in her strawberry hair.
There’s no way I’m going to fall asleep. The adrenaline pumping in my veins alone can keep me awake well into next year. But just holding her is enough. After a few minutes of us lying still, I feel her stirring in my arms. A soft moan escapes her lips, and her hands circle around mine, pressing me harder against her.
“Hey, Mars?” she murmurs. “Tell me something interesting about the universe.”
I close my eyes, smiling into her hair. “There’s a planet made of diamonds. It is twice the size of planet Earth and is covered by graphite and diamonds.”
And, if given a chance, I would give you a ring with a diamond even bigger. If you say yes.
But, of course, Bumpkin is not Grace. She doesn’t care for expensive jewelry.
“I bet it’s beautiful,” she whispers. Shivers roll down my skin, and I kiss the side of her ear.
“Not as beautiful as you.”
She laces her fingers through mine and drags my hand up her chest. Her heart is beating like a drum, each thump thrusting into my palm.Mine.
She is not wearing a bra, and her nipple pebbles through her dress. My thumb massages her nipple soothingly, and my mouth clasps over the curve of her neck and shoulder. My cock is engorged, aching for her. She rolls on top of me and straddles my hips, staring down at me with unabashed hunger, and I cannot believe I’ve ever fucked a woman who wasn’t her. A person who didn’t look at me the way she does now. Like I’m her entire world. Her moon, her stars, the Milky Way, and the galaxies around it.
“Missed you, Bumpkin.” I let loose a vicious smile. She leans forward and shuts me up with a dirty kiss.
Blood roars in my veins. I unbuckle while she hikes up her dress. I tug her panties sideways and slide into her. She rides me, slow and tauntingly, our gaze never breaking.
