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I roar like a feral fucking animal when my release hits me. My chest heaves as I fight to regain control of my heart.

“Fucking hell, Princess. That was… wow.”

“Yeah? she asks shyly.

Reaching for my sweats, I pull them up and turn on her.

“Motherfucker.” The word falls from my lips without my knowledge as I find her standing in my tank. It’s longer on her, skimming her mid-thighs, and the arms hang down low enough that I’m sure I’ll get a good boob shot when she turns. Her nipples pebble under my stare and she rubs her thighs together.

When I find her eyes, she’s staring down at where my cock is, once again, straining behind the fabric of my sweats. “Again?” she asks.

“Always.” I take a step toward her. “Now tell me… exactly what are you wearing under this?”

“Ace, I—” Ignoring what she’s saying, I opt to find out for myself and pull the neck away from her body, peering inside.

“Just how I like you. Naked and ready for the taking.”

“Down, boy,” she says with a laugh, placing her palms on my chest. “I need food first. I’m starving, and that smells too good.”

I stare at her. Really stare at her. Her dark eyes sparkle with desire as she looks back at me. The freckles on her nose are more prominent than when we first met, and her hair is messed from our roll around the bed earlier. She’s so fucking beautiful.

And all fucking mine.

Sliding my hand around the back of her neck, I pull her into my body. “I really fucking love you, Remi Tanner.” I slam my lips down on hers before she has a chance to respond. As much as I loved hearing those words from her earlier, I don’t need them. I see it in her eyes every time she so much as glances at me. I feel it in her touch, even the most innocent ones.

“Go and take a seat. I’ll finish dinner.”

“I can help,” she argues.

“No. Sit. Relax. Something tells me you’re not going to get all that much rest tonight.” Her cheeks heat and a bolt of possessiveness shoots through me.

I love that I can make her blush.

After plating up our dinner, I get us both a beer and serve the meal on the outside table.

“It’s so beautiful here,” Remi says. “How did you find it?”

“I can’t take any credit. It was Ellen.”

“Ellen?”

“It’s her old boss’ or something. I told her that I wanted to redo your birthday, give you the weekend you deserve. She told me about a beach house, but I never could have imagined this.”

“Do you think she knows that she’s basically set up a luxury fuckfest weekend?”

I snort a laugh and almost choke on a piece of my steak. “Fuckfest?”

She shrugs innocently. “So that’s not part of your plan?”

“Oh, Princess. Fucking is definitely part of my plan.” I wink and she giggles.

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nbsp; “You’re terrible.”

“Of course. I’m the bad boy from the Heights your mother warned you about.”

“Speaking of my mother... does she know about all of this?”

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