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I pinch my nipples, and he does the same to my clit, sending me into a second orgasm.

By the time I come back to reality James is wiping me clean with a damp cloth.

He’s so good to me.

“You didn’t come,” I pant, struggling to catch my breath.

He chuckles as he helps me put on my jeans, leaving the ruined panties on the floor. “Don’t worry. I’ll have you pay me back later.”

“Hmm.”

“You’re beautiful like this, you know,” he says as I sit up and button my jeans.

I yawn. “How?”

“Satiated. Happy.”

His eyes are bright, his expression earnest.

“I wasn’t that way for a long time,” I say quietly.

He places a hand on my thigh and bites his lip. “I know,” he says. “Me, neither.”

“But you are now?” I ask.

He stands up and presses a kiss to my head. “Yeah. I am.”

* * *

He leavesto fetch us water and I lounge in his room while I wait.

Despite his chaotic nature, James’ room is well-organized. He has a canopy bed and reading nook like mine, but bookshelves surround his fireplace, and the massive desk sits near the door.

I can’t imagine why they any of them would have stayed somewhere else when they have this incredibleInn.

Wilson makes an entrance, standing on his hind legs and pushing with his massive paws to open the cracked door. He jumps on the desk, planting his cat tush on the sketchbook, and meows.

“Hey. You shouldn’t be on that,” I chide, lifting him off James’ book. My other hand traces the black leather cover, and I flip it open.

He’s magnificent.

There are sketches ofeverything. Some are intricate while others are barely more than thin outlines.

Complicated patterns, variations on the designs in the gazebo.

The garden.

A cat paw.

And then…

A bleeding, mutilated heart.

I shudder at the image, my fingers stilling on the corner of the paper.

A muffled noise sounds from downstairs with a mixture of low, masculine voices.

I recognize Grey, Beau, and James.

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