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The look of pure satisfaction on his face is one I’ve never seen before—and it’s hot too. I can’t deny it. “No one else can make you come like this.”
I shake my head frantically, about to crawl out of my skin with need. “No one makes me come like you do, Perry.”
He dips his head, his tongue sneaking out for a lick and I watch him, breathless as he slowly circles my clit with the tip of his tongue. “I really did think you ran away with him.”
“What? N-no.” I’m still shaking my head, moaning when he lets go of my hand and spreads my legs open even wider, his touch rough, though I can take it. “I would never do that.”
“I know that now.” He lifts completely away from me, sliding up my body so his face is in mine. “I trust you, Charlotte.”
My heart swells and I reach for his face, my fingers sliding down his cheeks before I lift my head, brushing his mouth with mine. I can taste myself and I lick at his lips, wanting him to know it doesn’t bother me. Whatever we do, I enjoy. He has to know this. “I love that you trust me,” I whisper against his lips. “Can I trust you?”
“I’d burn down the whole fucking world to keep you safe,” he murmurs against my mouth, just before he nips at my lower lip. “That asshole is going to pay.”
Something niggles at me with his statement. Perry wanting to destroy Seamus is more about him, and not so much about me.
I want to forget this entire ordeal ever happened.
“Don’t talk about him.” I kiss Perry again, tugging on his body so he’s sprawled on top of me. I want him inside of me. I want to forget.
I just want to feel.
Him.
And nothing else.
Chapter Ten
Perry
Ileave Charlottesleeping peacefully in bed the next morning, quietly closing the door. Nearly jumping out of my skin when I spot Jasper lingering at the end of the hall, Doja winding her sleek black body around his shins.
Thank Christ I slipped on a pair of boxer briefs before I left the room so Jasper doesn’t have to see me naked.
“Good morning, Mr. Constantine. How is Miss Charlotte doing today? Does she need anything? Is she hungry? Should I make breakfast for the both of you?” he asks me, wringing his hands together.
Slowly I shake my head as I walk toward him, rubbing the back of my neck. We were up half the night fucking, and I’m exhausted. No way am I going into work today. Besides, I can’t leave her alone. Hell no. What if McTitface shows up? He’s unhinged. I have no idea what he might do to her—not that I’d let him get close to her like that ever again. “She’s sleeping. I think she needs as much rest as possible.”
“Of course, sir. I think that’s an excellent idea.” Jasper nods, glancing down at Doja, as do I. She meows at us, squinting her golden eyes. “This one is acting nervous.”
“Maybe she misses Charlotte.” I think every one of us standing in this hall missed her.
“I’m sure she does. Well, she can greet her once Miss Charlotte wakes up.” Jasper flits his gaze to me. “And perhaps you should get dressed, sir? Are you going into work?”
“No way,” is my automatic response. “I’m staying home with my wife today.”
The look of approval on Jasper’s face can’t be denied. “Very good, sir. Would you care for some breakfast?”
“I’ll eat with my wife.” I glance over my shoulder at her closed bedroom door and the urge to check on her is overwhelming, even though I was with her only minutes ago. “Take it easy this morning, J. I’ll let you know when we’re ready to eat.”
“Of course.” He nods and bends down, scooping Doja into his arms. “Would you care to take the cat to her?”
“Yeah. Actually, I will.” I pluck Doja from his arms and cuddle her close, pleased when she starts purring. I was never a cat person until Doja. She’s kind of snotty, but when she’s in an affectionate mood, I like it.
I sneak back into Charlotte’s room, carefully shutting the door behind me. Doja squirms in my arms and jumps out of them onto the bed when I get closer. The cat marches right up to her owner, meowing softly before she rubs her head against the side of Charlotte’s face.
Reminding me of a freaking princess in a fairy tale, my wife awakens slowly. Probably due to all the head butts and constant purring from the cat. Charlotte’s eyes flutter open and she smiles when she sees Doja in her face. A little squeal leaves her and she hauls Doja close, giving her a smacking kiss on top of her head. A giggle escapes her when Doja meows again, rubbing against her cheek.
“I didn’t mean for her to wake you up,” I say.
