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He sank down onto one of the couches facing the pool and the ocean. I sat beside him, close but not too close.
He stared out at the water. “I brought you down here so that we could be alone. I thought I could talk some sense into you.”
“Okay…”
“But you seem a million miles away, Chloe. You’re not yourself. And you haven’t been.”
I blew out a deep breath. Now that I knew I could go back to him—now that I knew it was safe for Noah—I could let my guard down, at least a little.
“It’s true, haven’t been myself,” I admitted. “I’m embarrassed about what happened and stressed about you taking over for your father. I want to be there for you, but I feel like I messed up too bad.”
He glanced at me. “You want to be there for me?”
My shoulders sagged. “Of course I do.”
“Well… That’s a start.”
We sat silently for a moment, but at least it wasn’t as awful.
“I guess I shouldn’t have threatened to tape your mouth shut.” Bryce still didn’t sound sorry. “And I shouldn’t have forced you onto the plane like that.”
“No, you shouldn’t have,” I agreed.
The silence stretched out between us again. He was right next to me, but it felt like we were a million miles apart. Was it only a week ago that he’d held me in his arms, and I’d felt like he was my whole world? I didn’t know how to find my way back to him, to us.
He waited, and when I didn’t say anything further, he sighed. “This is awkward as fuck. There’s only one thing to do.”
“What’s that?”
“Get your ass in the bedroom, Chloe.”
“What?”
“Or we can take care of business right here.” He shrugged. “The guards won’t look in our direction—I’ll make damn sure of that.”
I started to object, but he reached over and clamped an enormous hand over my mouth. “I’m not actually sorry about the tape—I wish I had some right now. Let’s go, Mrs. Windsor. There’s only one way to get things back to normal.”
With that, he hoisted me up. Wrapping his free arm around me and pressing me against him, he dragged me down the hall. Bryce had an erection brewing, and he blatantly pressed it against me. I fought him, and he laughed, a dark sound. He got harder as I struggled, throbbing against me.
“Fight me, Chloe—that’s it. That’ll make this even hotter.”
He pressed his cock against me, and I yelled obscenities into the palm of his hand. How dare he?
“Keep it up, babe.” He thrust his hips, erection grinding against me.
Fuck.With his hand clamped over my mouth, his other bulging forearm gripping my midsection, and his dick pressed against my ass—I was getting wet. Undeniably, inconveniently wet. I wouldn’t be able to hide it from him once he took my clothes off…
Please God, let him get inside me quick.I would never admit it, but Bryce was right: I needed him inside me. I yearned for him to claim me, to make me his, to take me back—to make me his wife again. It had only been a few days, but it felt like forever.
And I’d been keeping secrets from him, which made me feel separate. It made me feel alone when all I wanted to do was be one with him.
Gene’s slimy message was on the periphery of my thoughts—but God bless Bryce, he made me forget. He shoved me onto the bed and removed his hand from my mouth. Then he put his full, luscious lips to mine, and the rest of the world fell away. His tongue darted inside, seeking mine. They connected, lashing each other, and I moaned.
“That’s right.” He sounded so smug, but I didn’t care; I was too busy ripping off his clothes. I pulled the T-shirt over his head and sighed in relief as I ran my hands down his lightly tanned, smooth skin. I’d been craving this, craving him. His muscles rippled beneath my fingers. Touching his bare skin felt like coming home.
He was on top of me on the bed, all over me—his hands in my hair, taking off my tank, somehow getting the leggings off, the head of his cock already brushing against my wet slit.
“You’re already so wet for me.” Bryce radiated smug energy as he notched his cock inside me, then withdrew.
