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As I gather my blanket, I gain strength from the fact I triumphed over both of them—my husband and father.You won’t break me—either of you.

With that welcome to the day, I head back to my suite to shower and change.

I have a world to reshape and a life to escape.

CHAPTERTHIRTY-TWO

If someone were to map all the celebrities that have slept together, would it be feasible to do manually or would it require an Artificial Intelligence program?

When you factor in transatlantic trysts, the mind boggles at the sheer volume of affairs to keep straight among the jet set.

Tragically, since such a program doesn’t exist, this is where I announce our fact-checking department is getting a well-deserved raise.

—StellaNova

I hear her slip from the bedas the sky has barely drawn light from the stars.

I know she didn’t sleep. Neither did I, though I may have done a good job faking it. It may have been the first and only time I faked anything while in a bed with Ursula Moore.

Rolling to my back, I stack my hands behind my head and vividly remember the first night we were together here in this city, not so far away from where I’m presently lying.

“Sula, baby,” I crooned as I slid my cock up and over her distended clit.

Her moan echoed through the cheap ass room we’re fucking in.

I become practically feral at the idea I can’t afford to give her better. The sighs and moans our first time should have no opportunity to be overheard.

She’s my Moore.

My everything.

Dragging the bead of moisture on the tip of my cock around her button, I paint her with it before I slide down her body. Holding her gem-colored gaze, I take her in my mouth.

Her body arches off the bed. Her fists clench either side of the rough white sheets.

She should be draped in satin, in lace.

In me.

The last sets a thrumming through my veins I can no longer control. Still flicking my tongue against her clit, I slide first one, then two fingers into her snug channel. Pushing the fingers deeper than I have before.

She gasps in pleasure.

Her body is quivering beneath mine as I quickly reach for a condom. Her hand stays mine. She reminds me, “Arek, the pill.”

That’s when I begin to shake. In this, I’m a goddamned virgin all over again. Skin on skin.

Nothing between us.

Nothing but a tiny pill she swallowed to protect us while still giving us everything.

My cock leaking, I use it to lubricate the length. Everything feels like it’s moving too quickly.

Prowling up between her spread legs, I notch my cock against her opening and slowly begin to work my way in.

By the time I’m fully seated, I’m sweating. I don’t know how much more I can stand...

“Arek!” her voice snaps.