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She’s still staring at me as if she just saw a ghost.
“One of the perks of owning an expansive penthouse that stretches over five thousand square feet is the fact I have a lot of spare rooms.”
A bewildered expression is firmly in place on her gorgeous face.
“A home office for me… and a home office for you. His and Hers.”
“Wh—what are you saying?”
“You know what I’m saying, beautiful.”
She shakes her head.
“No, you don’t know what I’m saying? Or no, you won’t move in with me?”
Her eyes are the size of dinner plates.
I pull a keychain from my pocket. “Move in with me, Sofia.”
She’s dumbfounded.
“Since I’ve moved back to New York, you’ve spent more time at the place I was renting than at your place in the Bronx,” I say. “It doesn’t make sense for you to keep bouncing around. I want to share a home with you. I love you too much to be apart from you unless it’s absolutely necessary.”
“Do you mean it? You really want me to move in with you?”
“In the time I’ve known you, how many times have I bullshitted you?”
She shakes her head. “Never.” She takes the keychain from me and brings it to her heart. “Yes, I want to move in with you, Bryce.”
I cup her face and crush my lips to hers. My tongue caresses her lips, demanding they part for me, and I slide my tongue in search of hers. Our tongues meet in a sensual exchange. I’ve never wanted this woman as much as I want her now. Our kiss is passionate. Desperate. The quick flutter of her pulse beneath my mouth drives me wild.
Seven days is too long to go without this woman’s mouth. Way too long.
After several breaths, I unlock my lips from hers.
She grunts in discontentment.
A lot more to come.
“Hand over the keychain,” I say.
She flinches.
“Are you taking back your proposal?”
“Not a chance.”
She eyes me warily, but obeys.
I slide the keychain inside my pocket.
I scoop her up in my arms, bride style.
She squeals. “What are you doing?”
“I’ve been away all week, which means, I haven’t touched you in seven long days. Since I moved into this penthouse this morning, we haven’t christened the bedroom––our bedroom. Time to rectify that oversight.”
“Oooohhh. I like the way you think.”
