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“Betray him.” I don’t know if she can hear my thoughts. I hope not. I’m going to leave him. Leave him behind. But he wouldn’t be alone. “He’s in love with Mollie,” I say.
She looks at me for a long moment then lets out a small sigh, sliding one hand up the banister as we move. “She’s in love with him too.”
My eyes are closing, but we reach the top of the stairs andwalk into the bedroom. “Do you love me?” Why the fuck am I asking that?
Mads stops me by the edge of the bed. “Why’d you ask?” She pulls my cut off my shoulders and places it on the chair. Walking back to me, she stands in front of me, her fingers slowly rolling the bottom of my hoodie into her palms.
“You won’t marry me,” I reply displeased.
Mads pulls my hoodie over my head then does the same with my t-shirt. “I love you.” She makes my heart sing. Her fingers trail over my new scars, her eyes darting between them. I hear her breath hitch as she sees me. The real me. “Still, after everything we’ve been through, I love you.” She places her palms flat on my chest, her eyes looking up. “You will always be my VP.”
I smile taking her head in between my hands. For a women who was once hesitant to declare her love, now she doesn’t stop telling me. She has stopped calling me her VP all the time though. I know that’s because things have changed and I’m now in charge, but when I hear it roll off her lips, it only serves to make me want to devour her.
“What did you call me?” I need to hear it again.
Her lips reach her ears, knocking me for six with her beauty. “My VP,” she purrs, knowing what it does to me.
Changes or not, what hasn’t changed is the way I love this woman, and the way she still loves me after everything I put her through.
Holding her, my upper body starts to sway.
“Come on. Bed,” she orders.
“Fuck, yes.” I sway some more now unable to open my eyes. My cock might want to have its way with her, but the rest of my body is starting to shut down. Alcohol has well and truly wheedled its way into my system.
“Not for that.” She taps my arm as if telling me nice try, subtly pushing me towards the bed.
Mads pulls back the covers, and I slide in. She pulls off my jeans, and I help by raising my hips. Then I slump, the mattress feeling like a cloud, moulding to my body.
I feel Mads climb in next to me. She shuffles her body to mine, and I lift my arm for her to come close to me.
Even through the drunk fog, the smell of her shampoo fills my nostrils. I breathe it in, pushing my nose to her hair as I kiss her. Her hand traces circles over my chest, the sensation relaxing me, sending me to sleep. I manage to ask her one more time, “Marry me,” before I give in and surrender.
When I wake, my scratchy throat and banging head tell me what I already know. Last night, it felt good being back with my men, but I drank way too much. Far more than I have in recent weeks, anyway.
My heartbeat pulses in my skull. I place the heel of my hand over my eye socket.Fuck. It pounds even harder. I need painkillers. Today is meant to be about me and Mads. Fortunately, I’ve managed to wake before the snoring sleeping beauty who’s sprawled across my chest.
Shower. That’s what I need. Then she gets the best of me.
I carefully roll her off me, then make my way to the bathroom. I look drawn out as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. Grabbing two paracetamol, I turn on the tap for some water. I gulp and I slurp, my mouth drier than the Sahara desert.
I take one last look at myself before I shower and make my way back to Mads. She’s turned on her side, the duvet over her head where she’s buried herself in my absence. I drop the towel around my waist, then duck under the covers by her feet.
This’ll be the best wake up she’s had in a long time.
Skimming my lips over her ankle, I work my way up the back of her calf to her knee, over the curve of her hip to her bulging belly. My hands rest flat on the mattress either side of her as I hold my weight, bending my body over hers.
She moans quietly, her body turning on before she’s fully awake.
I keep going, worshiping my way from one side of her belly to the other.
Mads slowly rolls to her back, her arms bending behind her head as she stretches. I watch as she arches her back, bending her legs. She knows I’m here, but her eyes don’t open. “Morning,” she whispers, her voice laced in sleepy lust.
I dip my fingers under her knickers, pulling them down her legs and dragging them off her feet.
Her head rolls to one side, and I catch her peeking at me. Placing my hands on her knees, I keep my eyes on hers as I push her legs flat to the bed. I lick my lips when I look down, seeing her perfect pussy already glistening for me. I’m about to feast on her. Make up for the lost time not spent losing myself in her. My mouth waters wanting to be on her. I can practically taste her from here.
“Dean, we need to… oh,” she moans, her voice hoarse, her eyes still not fully open.
