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“What exactly are you proud of?”

The golden ring of his pupils darkens and intensifies, the reality hitting with a force so huge my body trembles.

I’m not buying a townhome, a bungalow, or any type of house.

I’m not coasting through life waiting anymore.

I’m still Rowan, a successful businesswoman, entrepreneur, and dream chaser.

But I’m no longer alone.

No more cheating assholes.

No more feeling unworthy or inconsequential.

No more waiting around for dreams to come true.

Because he’s right here supporting me and pushing me harder.

Ford Whitman has never hidden his intentions.

He’s all in.

The little piece of me that was holding on to self-preservation shatters.

I am his, and he is mine.

This isn’t about a lifestyle. It’s about a lifetime—together.

“You finally fucking get it.”

“Yes,” I rasp, tears clouding my vision.

Everyone around us vanishes. It’s just us, in this monumental moment.

His lip curls to one side, giving me that lopsided grin that brings me back to that first time he threw it my way.

I knew then I could love this man.

As if he senses my impending revolutionary breakdown, he bends and nips my earlobe. “Tonight, when my mouth is on your sweet pussy, I want to hear that again.”

The emotions dry up and a red-hot fire blazes in my veins. “Only if I can return the favor.”

A low rumble vibrates against my chest. His hips rock, the thick bulge pressing to my back.

“You want to suck my dick while I devour you, just say the word.”

“Honey, you better figure out a way to get these people out of your house before I combust.”

He smiles against my neck. “You got it.”

“Twenty dollars in your tip jar if she does that again.”

“You heard the man.” Jewls places the container of cherries in front of me with an expectant look. “Suck, swallow, and twist.”

“You make it sound filthy.” I suck the cherry off the stem and chew.

“It’s my last night. This is the babies’ fund.”

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