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I kiss the crown of her head.

“Then stay with me,” I whisper. “Let me keep you safe. Let me love you. Let me take care of you.”

She lets out a shaky breath.

“Okay.”

I hold her tighter. And for the first time in a long time, my heart finally remembers how to beat.

CHAPTER 11

Lee

I wake up full of him.

Julian’s cock is still buried deep inside me, thick and heavy, the way it’s been since the last time he came with a low groan against my neck and decided we weren’t done yet. He didn’t pull out then either. He stayed inside of me until he got hard again in the middle of the night while I drifted in and out of sleep.

I think I caved too easily. But he was sad, and I’m a sucker for the way he looks at me like I’m the only thing that can make his world better.

Now he’s moving. Slow, lazy rolls of his hips that drag him in and out just enough to wake every nerve ending I thought was dead asleep.

My thighs are already slick from us earlier. He’s come in me twice or maybe three times, warm and deep, and the thought makes me clench around him without meaning to.

Oh god. I’m a cum slut. I’m not sure when this happened. I mean I’ve always liked it, but right now, just the thought of watching his dick pulse inside me is making me close to coming.

“Morning, babydoll,” he rasps, voice wrecked from all the sweet filthy things he whispered last night. “You’re keeping me warm and hard inside you. I needed it so bad, baby. I can’t bear the thought of not being inside you.”

“I can’t go without your cum,” I whisper in mock horror. “We are perfect for each other."

He smiles against my ear and kisses the side of my neck.

“You are perfect. Since the first time you pressed a gun to my head, I knew you owned my soul.”

I can’t help but smile at that.

He slides in and out of me, and I close my eyes. It’s slow, but my body gets close fast. When he nips at my ear, I fall apart with a soft cry. Heat rolls through my core while my body stills around him.

When he finally empties inside me, he collapses half on top of me, heavy and sated. His arm drapes across my back, pulling me close.

“Ettie,” he whispers, voice soft and full of love. “God, I missed you so much, baby.”

Julian kisses the top of my head, then my temple, then the corner of my eye.

“Was I too rough last, Ettie? Tell me the truth.”

“I like you rough,” I breathe.

He smiles against my skin.

We lay in silence and my fingers run along his muscular chest. He hums happily under my touch, one hand stroking up and down my spine.

I slip out from under him carefully once he falls asleep. He doesn’t stir. My bare feet find the cold wood floor and I pad to the bathroom without turning on the light.

My body aches from his hands. I’m covered in sweat and cum.

The logical part of my brain says to run far away from Julian. It would be better for everyone. But my chest clutches at the thought. I fucking love Julian Jameson.

I know it will be my downfall. But fuck all if I care anymore. I’ve always been his.