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I don’t even care that this man has turned me into a sex fiend. And a lovesick sap to boot.
When it’s over, I fall into his arms, a happy, disheveled mess.
Everything about Harry makes me happy, and I’m close to that tipping point where happy teeters over into scary-ville, because when things are going this well, there’s only one place for us to head.
Ohhh-kay.
All this hot, sweaty sex must be creating a lack of oxygen to my brain cells. But there’s no way I’m letting my past insecurities wiggle their way back in and sabotage this for me.
I’m in love, and no one’s getting in my way. Not even me.
I’m laying in a limp heap on top of Harry’s too-hard chest, still trying to catch my breath. “I’ve got to get back to the gym pronto,” I whine. This guy’s stamina is running in circles around me. I tiredly swing my legs over the side of the bed. “Need a drink?”
“Come back here. Who gave you permission to get out of this bed?” He smacks my ass. “I’ll get the drinks and I’ll get the food and whatever else it is you need.”
“You’re spoiling me,” I call out after him as he saunters out of the room.
“Rotten,” he calls in response, his bare feet slapping on the hardwood floors. “That’s my masterplan.” He emits a mad scientist laugh up to the ceiling and I’m laying their with the blankets pulled up to my chin, grinning like a lunatic.
There’s a bunch of banging and clanging in my kitchen. But when I offer to go help, Harry forbids me from moving an inch. I don’t put up much of a fight. I’m beat and my body is aching all over.
I’m dozing off again when he finally returns carrying a tray with cheesy omelets, toast, coffee and orange juice. After breakfast, we chat and tease and play around in the sheets some more.
It’s crazy. I never spend the day like this. Usually, from the moment I open my eyes, I’m on the go, looking for ways to be productive and get things ticked off my various to-do lists. But Harry makes me slow down. He makes me feel. He makes melivewhen I’ve been merely existing for so long.
I snuggle deeper, unable to get close enough to my husband and enjoying the feel of his fingers massaging my nape. “I never want to get out of this bed,” I groan, my voice still scratchy.
“I’m never letting you out of this bed.” His arms tighten around me, his knee shifting up and rubbing against the swollen spot between my legs. My breath hitches. “New rule. No clothes allowed when we’re home.”
The delicious friction starts to get me going again…which is simply nuts. I’ve never has sex more than once in a single day, but here I am, getting all revved up for another go. Even though I’m sore all over. “Tomorrow. Seriously. Gym time.” I laugh.
“I might just have to tag along with you,” Harry growls. “I’d pay good money to see that perky ass on a treadmill.” That sends me into another fit of giggles.
Harry grabs my hand, playing with my fingers. My chest tightens when I see the way his thumb traces across my bare ring finger.
After a long, heavy moment, he asks. “Have you talked to Liam about us yet?”
I swallow. “Not yet.”
“Oh…”
The word hangs heavily in the air.
“I don’t want to put pressure on you, Nadia. I know this will be difficult for you to do but I just…” He lifts my hand to his lips for a kiss. “I want to see my ring on your finger. I want to show you off. I love you so much, I don’t want to hide.”
I inhale tremulously. “I feel the same way. And I’m sorry for dragging my feet on this. I will talk to Liam. I promise. I have to. I’ve just been…nervous.”
The men I’ve been with in the past have always tried to keep me a secret. Now, I’m with this wonderful human being who wants to shout about me from the rooftop. And here I am trying to hide the truth about us. It’s not fair.
“Baby, I told you—I can have that conversation with him, man to man. I can handle whatever consequences he throws at me. I just don’t want us to be this big secret.”
I purse my lips.
When I’m silent, Harry continues. “I know you said you’d deal with it, but I’d feel a lot better if this didn’t fall on your shoulders. Let me talk to him.”
“No, Harry. It has to be me. I have an ethical obligation toward Liam’s firm. I can’t pass this responsibility off onto you. It has to be me. And Iwillhandle it. I just need a few days. Just a few days to get my head on straight, to do a bit of research, so I know what I’m walking into.”
He slowly nods in understanding. “Okay.”
