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“You don’t need me in your life, Zoe. That’s evident.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. You’re exactly what I need. As the man protecting me. As the man I respect. And as the man I love. Hear me, Maddox Cormier. I love you and I don’t intend onleaving you. I’m sorry I’ve acted like such a child. I’ve made your life miserable and that wasn’t my intent. I just… I wanted to be someone I wasn’t. Will you ever forgive me?”

When he said nothing, I knew in my heart it was too late. I’d fucked up. I’d lost the man I loved more than anything. I started to pull away, my heart aching.

He grabbed my hand, his grip firm.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he growled.

“I know I’m too much of a risk to your life. I understand.”

“Fuck that, little lamb.” Maddox swiveled in his chair, dragging me around the side, yanking me onto his lap. He was rock hard and throbbing, his thick cock pushing against my bottom. I was excited and terrified, filled with desire and such love that it clouded my judgment.

But I didn’t care.

As he lifted my chin with his index finger, his nostrils flaring, there were a few seconds of awe at his size, of being mesmerized by not only his handsome features but also by the man himself. He was in control of everything.

My safety.

My environment.

And my heart.

“Baby, you belong to me. I never want to hurt or deceive you,” he whispered gruffly. “You just need to trust me.”

“I do trust you, with all of me.” I wrapped my arm around his neck and shoulders, shifting on his lap, teasing him relentlessly until he smiled.

“Then show me, baby. Show me exactly the way you feel and what you want.”

His command was dark and delicious, as dangerous as he was and in those few precious seconds where all time stood still, there was no doubt neither one of us would ever be able to retrace our steps, erasing what we’d shared.

As he cupped the side of my face, guiding our lips closer together, there wasn’t a single inch of my body that wasn’t quivering in anticipation. He was truly my everything. The way he captured my mouth was even more possessive than I’d experienced before, yet he took his time, as if savoring the moment was more important to him than anything.

As if what we shared could be stripped away at any moment.

The danger was real, the sense that I hadn’t been wrong about someone touching and threatening me only hours before weighing heavily on my mind. Yet in giving up all sense of control to this powerful man, in accepting who and what I was, I felt a sense of peace like I had never before.

He swept his tongue inside, dominating mine as he tasted me, every action savage yet at the same time, his explorations were subtle. I wrapped my fingers around his long locks of hair, tethering myself to him. The electricity sparked in wave after wave, my pulse increasing with every passing second. He had no idea how much I adored the taste of scotch on his lips, the smooth yet powerful flavor quenching my thirst.

Although I wouldn’t mind having his seed filling my mouth, the man drowning me with his cum.

His body shaking, he slid his hand to the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair, tugging until our lips parted. We were both breathing heavily, our needs rushing to the surface.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Zoe.”

How could any woman feel as incredible or lovely as I did? As he jerked my head back, exposing my neck, I wrapped my fingers around his shirt, still wiggling on his lap. He was as aroused as I was, his cock throbbing in time to the rapid beating of my pulse.

The sounds he made as he pressed his lips against my heated skin were intoxicating, the man ready to devour me. I closed my eyes, still shivering even with the combined warmth of our bodies. As he dragged his tongue underneath my jaw, taking his time to nip and lick my skin, several moans escaped my mouth.

The way he took his time as he tickled the area near my pulse with the tip of a single finger, tracing my shoulder blade before sliding it down the length of my arm kept my skin prickling.

My heart thudding.

It was the anticipation of what he would do, of having his cock buried deep inside that made the moment explosive. There were no additional words to be said, no desire to burst the precarious bubble we were in. There was only the here and now, the incredible moments that we’d share completely together. The armor had been ripped aside, the walls shattered between us. We were both vulnerable for entirely different reasons, yet our worlds and concerns were so much the same.

He shifted his attention to my breast, slowly swirling the tip around my hardened nipple still covered by lace. When he finally yanked the material aside, exposing my naked skin, I moaned so loudly I almost laughed. It didn’t matter how he touched me. Every time was the same, the sheer indulgence something fantasies were made of.

Chuckling in his usual dark and possessive way, he yanked both straps of my nightie down my arms, leaving both breasts completely exposed, the light breeze of the air conditioning creating one shiver after another.

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