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I run my hands over her hips and around to her ass. With my hands splayed out over the denim, I pull her closer to me. “I will fight the world to make you happy.” I press a kiss to her lips. Pulling away but close enough that we’re still slightly touching, I say, “I don’t have a homeless girlfriend.” I pause. “Move in with me.”
Her eyes flutter open. “Wait? Are you serious?”
“You’d never survive on the streets.” I shrug a shoulder.
“You’re not wrong. But are you sure?”
“This is what you get. It’s nothing fancy with marble floors and appliances that wipe your ass.”
She chuckles.
“But this is what I got.”
Her gaze slowly meets mine. “It’s perfect. Anywhere you are is perfect. It’ll be like a permanent sleepover.” She throws her arms around my neck and presses her body into mine. After a moment, she pulls away. “I hate to ruin this happy moment, but what do we do about my father? I don’t know if he’s going to try and do anything or not.”
I wrap my arms around her waist, holding her tight to reassure her I’m not letting her go. “He's gotta torch the entire city before he can even try to split us up.” She gives me a small smile and nods in understanding. I nuzzle the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet jasmine scent. I press gentle kisses to her warm skin as I hold her. Years have passed since I’ve been emotionally invested in another woman. She’s the complete opposite of me, but when we are together, we’re a force to be reckoned with.
“I don’t know what I would do without you. I love you.” We both freeze as soon as those three words fall from her lips. “I. Um. I—”
Before she can finish her sentence, I lift my hand and grip her chin, not wanting to give her a chance to rescind her words. To tell me that she didn’t mean it. “I love you. Fuck. I’m pretty sure I’ve been in love with you since you stormed into my life and demanded that I kiss you.”
The blue in her eyes sparkles like I’ve never seen before. Her lips pull into a smile. “I generally get what I want.” She shrugs playfully. “But in all seriousness, we’re doing this? Living together?”
“We’re doing this duchess. I love you so damn much.” My fingers run along her temple, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“I love you, too.” She pauses. “But we may have a problem, though.” She sucks the corner of her bottom lip into her mouth.
“What’s that?” I run my thumb along her lip, pulling it from her grasp.
“Your closet isn’t going to be big enough to hold all my clothes.” Her nose scrunches up.
I bark out a laugh. “We’ll figure something out. Can’t have your clothes going homeless.”
“Thank you so much. This means so much to me.” She cups my cheeks. Her fingers brush across my stubble.
“We could celebrate?” I wiggle my eyebrows.
“Yes! Should we go out somewhere? Or maybe order takeout?”
“Or more along the lines of eating your pussy as an appetizer and then for the main course, stuffing you full of my cock.” I grip her hips and haul her closer to me, my bulge pressing directly into her sex.
“Mmm. I like your idea of celebrating much better. Then, for dessert, I can suck you dry.”
“What are we waiting for? Our bed for two awaits.” With my arms wrapped around her, I rise to my feet, causing her to take a step backward. Then I lift her while she wraps her legs around my waist with a giggle. She cups my cheeks and presses her lips to mine as I blindly navigate us to my—our—bedroom.
* * *
The next morning, I stir awake after a night filled with her screaming my name. My girl is insatiable, but I’ll give her whatever she wants. Speaking of which, I roll over to wrap her up in my arms when I’m met with a cold, empty bed. All of a sudden, the banging of metal draws my attention. I roll off the edge as a cool rush of air hits my naked body. On the floor next to her dress, I find a pair of gray sweatpants and tug them on. The noise gets louder as I stroll into the kitchen. As I enter, I come to a halt and prop myself against the door frame. Over the next few seconds, I admire Olivia as she moves around my kitchen. Jack circles her feet, moving in one leg and then out the other. She reaches up to one of the cupboards. The hem of my shirt she’s wearing rides up, exposing the soft flesh of her backside.
“Morning, duchess.”
She fumbles with the coffee mugs in her hand, almost dropping them. She sets them on the counter and whirls around. “Oh shit. You scared me.”
I push off the door frame and stroll toward her. Her gaze wanders over my chest and down to my sweatpants, then back up. When I reach her, I rest one hand on one counter while the other is on the island, blocking her path.
“I love waking up like this.”
“Me making you breakfast?”
