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I walk toward the center of the room where I can see down to the floor below.

There’s nothing—no shadows, no glint of movement anywhere.

I look up—the third floor is where the older books are, all the ancient and historic Montovian archives and papers. And that’s when I smell it. That scent she’d described to me before. The old paper scent. I only catch the barest whiff from down here, but I know in my soul that’s where she’ll be.

Upstairs, the scent is much stronger, and I can almost understand the beauty Renae finds in it. It smells like…history. I suppose if one is turned on by that sort of thing, this floor would be an ultimate aphrodisiac. Knowing that Renae absolutelyisturned on by this sort of thing makes my cock hard as stone.

She’s here. I know it. It’s just a matter of finding her among the stacks of books.

I walk toward the windows overlooking the capital. I’m not certain how it is I know where she’ll be, but something pulls me in that direction.

There. By the windows. Renae is sitting on a table, an old book open in her hands.

She doesn’t look up at me, but her lips tilt upward as I approach. She lifts the book to her nose, inhaling and closing her eyes.

I have to stop and take hold of a nearby shelf. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful.

I want her to feel that way about me, I think.I want to give her that sort of pleasure.

My breaths are shallow as I approach her, and she doesn’t open her eyes. I take the book from her hands, tossing it to the side.

“It’s a beautiful book,” she pants, her eyes still closed.

“It’s lovely.” My voice is nearly a growl. I stand in front of her, lowering my lips to her neck. “But it’s nothing compared to you.”

“Oh.” It’s little more than a whimper as I pull her toward me, lifting her skirt as I pull her legs around me.

Her mouth finds mine, and she pulls me into a passionate kiss as she wraps her arms around my shoulders.

I mean to take my time with her, I do, but her hands reach for the hem of my pants, and she has my cock in her fist before I know what’s happening.

My god, she’s wet. She doesn’t even wait for me to remove her panties—she just pulls them to the side and has me inside her before I can resist.

She groans as I slide into her, and our kiss deepens. I glide my thumb to her sensitive nub, helping her to find her orgasm, which she does immediately, and it’s only a few moments later when I find my own release.

I don’t think I’ll ever have enough of this woman.

“I love you,” I whisper.

She kisses my shoulder, her breath hot on my still-clothed skin. “Again.”

I chuckle. “Again?”

She nods, her eyes closed as she rains kisses over me. “Again. And again.”

I kiss the top of her head. “I think you need a nap, my lady.”

She shakes her head, but only barely as she drifts to sleep for a moment against my chest. I could hold her like this for the rest of my life. And I can only hope that I will.

CHAPTER 27

Renae

Caspar and I never really had that initial infatuation period in our relationship—that period at the beginning where everything was all butterflies and nerves and stolen kisses. It was business from the start, a contractual arrangement, a perceived answer to both our problems and nothing more.

Now, though…

Now, it feels like we’re finally in the honeymoon phase of things. Every time he glances my way, my heart flutters. Every time his fingers brush against me in the bed at night, my skin comes alive with heat. When we pass each other in the halls of Wintervale manor, he pulls me into the shadows to steal a kiss—and often more.

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