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King stood near the bar with Bailey and Cameron, and when his eyes met mine, he gave me a look that reminded me tomorrow hadn’t disappeared just because I refused to deal with it tonight.

I understood more than he knew.

Fiona squeezed my hand.

I looked down at her.

“Ready, Mrs. DuBois?”

Her smile was tired and beautiful and entirely mine.

“Good night, everyone,” she called.

A chorus answered from around the bar, followed by at least one whistle that earned somebody a smack.

I lifted my free hand without bothering to turn around. “Night, assholes.”

Mama shouted my full name.

Fiona laughed as I pulled her toward the stairs.

“Run, Ma Belle.”

She followed me upstairs, still laughing.

CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR

Romeo

I sat on the end of the bed, my elbows resting on my thighs, hands clasped together tightly as my head hung down low. Every muscle in my body was tense, coiled like a spring ready to snap.

The sound of the water running in the adjoining bathroom was going to be the absolute death of me. My mind couldn’t stop conjuring vivid, tortuous visions of Fiona Dubois—my wife— in the shower just a few feet away. Crystal clear water sliding down her pale, flawless skin, arms raised up gracefully as she washed that long, silky hair. Her perfect tits pushed out, glistening and wet, waiting for me. Beckoning me.

It was so damn hard to hold myself back from bursting through that door. And my dick was so damn hard it was physically painful.

The sound of the bathroom door opening in the quiet room had my head snapping up instantly. I’d been so completely caught up in the fantasy playing out in my head that I hadn’t even heard the shower turn off.

Time seemed to stop.

Fiona stood in the doorway in front of me wearing nothing but a thin white towel wrapped around her body. Her damp hair fell in waves over her shoulders, droplets of water still clinging to her skin. She looked like a goddamn angel.

“Fiona, baby, I’m hangin’ by a fuckin’ thread here.” My voice came out rough, strained with the effort of restraint.

She stepped closer, deliberately slow, her eyes locking on mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. My legs opened automatically, allowing her to step between them. My body was no longer mine to control—it belonged to her completely. It listened to her commands; obeyed her every silent wish.

“We’re married, Jasper. It’s time to let go.” Her voice was soft but sure, dripping with invitation.

“I don’t want to scare you, baby.” My fists tighten against my knees. “I know you ain’t a virgin,” I looked up into her eyes. “But I know you don’t have much experience.”

“Teach me, Jasper.” She stared down at me with so much fucking love in her eyes. “Show me why they call you Romeo.”

The towel dropped to the floor in a whisper of fabric, and my hands moved without conscious permission, reaching out and grabbing her ass firmly, pulling her even closer until there was no space left between us. My mouth latched hungrily onto her nipple, and the taste of her skin, still warm and fresh from the shower, flooded my senses.

She gasped, her fingers threading through my hair, gripping tight. The sound went straight to my cock. I sucked harder, teeth grazing the sensitive peak, marking her. Mine. Every inch of her was mine to taste, to claim, to fucking own.

My hands squeezed her ass, spreading her cheeks as I pulled her closer still, wanting her to feel how hard she made me. How desperate. How fucking gone I was for her.

This woman. This perfect, infuriating woman who’d walked into my life and turned everything upside down, had no idea what she’d done to me. No idea that I’d burn the whole goddamn world down before I let anyone else touch her.