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He hums in amusement. “Would you like me to be?”

His palm connects with my rear, giving me a playful slap. I laugh again from the bottom of my gut in response.

The question sinks in as another orgasm curls my toes.

Yes. I do.

I want him to claim me. I want him to puff out his chest and call me his woman. In all my life, I’ve never felt as warm or safe in anyone else’s arms. He risked everything to rescue me and our daughter. We barely knew each other, but we knew life put us together for a reason.

I look behind me. “Yes,” I whisper.

He kisses me, hard and fast with desire on his breath. I feel him pull out of me and he reaches down to stroke himself. I massage his tongue with mine, tasting his passionate moans as he gets himself off. He comes on my rear, marking my cheeks with his warm seed, and I smile with delight.

He pushes back onto his knees to catch his breath. “There,” he quips. “You’re mine now.”

I realize how true that is, and my heart skips a beat.

CHAPTER 28

MILO

No matter how much we change ourselves, you can never touch what’s on the inside. I tried so hard to shed my former life and become Milo Murray, but Jacob Tyler will always be one-hundred percent of who I am.

And fifty percent of who my daughter is.

Being Jacob Tyler might not be all that bad after all. Surprisingly, Anna seems to like him. And I really like her.

The sun’s coming up. It’s what I’ve been dreading since the moment she showed up at my door. As great as last night was, it doesn’t change anything.

I’m still a wanted man. And not in the good way.

“You’re leaving, aren’t you?”

I look at Anna lying on my chest. I didn’t realize she was awake yet. I thought I’d have another hour of just listening to her breathing before we’d have to have this conversation.

I chuckle. “Pretty solid detective work.”

She doesn’t laugh. Or smile. She turns her head up to look at me and waits for an answer.

“Yes,” I say. “I am.”

“When?”

I rub her shoulder. “As soon as you do.”

“Are you coming back?”

I focus on my hand on her body. Our feet entwined beneath the covers. Her breath on my skin. The tiny red marks the handcuffs left behind on her wrists. The little details of the moment. I’d rather remember them than dwell on what’s coming next.

“Probably not,” I say.

She nods slowly.

“You were right, Anna. I’m a bad guy. You’re a good girl. It’s not right.”

She shifts onto her side. “You’re also the father of my daughter,” she says.

My lips twitch. “I thought I hadn’t earned that.”