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Is this really happening?
“Do you like it?” he asks, uncharacteristically uncertain.
I shake my head in awe. “This doesn’t look like the kind of ring a nanny would wear.”
He smirks as he takes his jacket off and tosses it to the floor. “That’s because you’re not my nanny anymore.”
My eyes hold his. “Then what am I?”
“You will be my wife, Mrs. Masters. You’ll be the mother of our children.” He kisses me softly. “The only woman I have ever loved.”
Goosebumps scatter down my arms and my throat feels dry.
Emotion overload.
I sob against his lips the second he kisses me.
“For God’s sakes, stop crying, woman, and just fuck me,” he breathes against my mouth.
I giggle as he walks me back towards the bed, lifting my dress over my shoulders and unclipping my bra.
I stop suddenly. “Julian, did you have sex while we were apart?”
“No.” He frowns. “But I can confirm that I now have carpel tunnel in my right wrist.” His eyes have such a tender glow. “How the hell could I have sex with another woman when I belong to you?”
Another tear rolls down my face and he wipes it away with his thumb. “I promise you, baby, you will never shed another tear because of me again.”
I nod, overwhelmed. He pulls the blankets back and lays me down, sliding my panties down my legs. His fingers gently circles through my sex before he slowly begins to undress himself.
Our eyes are locked.
His chest is broad, his stomach chiselled, and oh, how I’ve missed him.
He lies beside me and I pull the covers over us both. Julian takes me into his arms. The feeling of his warm body against mine is familiar. He's warm, hard, and so fucking perfect I can hardly stand it.
“I missed you,” he whispers.
We kiss and kiss and kiss, and I can feel how strong the love between us really is. He pushes the hair back from my forehead to study my face. “The last eight weeks have been hell.” He kisses me softly. “Every day when you left, you took a little piece of me with you.”
I run my hands over his broad shoulders and up the back of his hair, never taking my eyes from him
“It feels so good to be in your arms again,” I tell him.
Our kiss turns desperate, and I can feel his erection against my legs as his body moves itself forward, trying to find its release.
“Now,” I whisper, almost desperate. “I need you now.”
He kisses me, and then his fingers find that spot between my legs. He slides two in and I wince. “Careful,” I breathe.
He watches me as he slowly pumps my body to prepare it for taking him again.
A rush of cream rises to meet him, and he smiles darkly down at me. “There’s my girl.”
I smile, and he pushes my legs back, riding me a little longer with his hand. Then he rises above me and positions himself, he pushes in a little.
“Ouch,” I wince.
“Relax.” His lips take mine and he surges forward again.
