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Poppy was crying so hard by the time he finished, she could only choke out her answer.

“Yes, yes, yes!”

Valerian was on his feet in an instant, and she could only release a teary laugh as he swiftly slid the ring down her finger...before once again handing her back his pen.

“The sooner you finish signing the contracts, the sooner I can keep my promise. I’ll kiss you for as long as you want. Touch you. Fuck you—”

She clapped a hand over his mouth. “I get it!”

But Valerian was just as swift as removing her hand and lowering it back to her side. “You haven’t gotten anything yet. But you will get me and my cock—”

Oh my goodness.

“—-as you as you sign the damn contracts.”

Chapter Eighteen

A MESS.

It seemed that was how Poppy would always feel for as long as Valerian was a part of her life.

And now wasn’t any different, with a part of her still unable to believe that her signature on several contracts was all it took to change her legal status.

Just like that, she was now Mrs. Valerian Rossfield and her new husband was also as good as his word. He wasted no time in taking her to his suite, and in the blink of an eye, he already had her naked and laid out on his huge bed like a virginal sacrifice.

Poppy could only squirm under the burning heat of his gaze, but her shyness quickly faded away when Valerian slowly stripped himself bare.

Oh my.

Piece after piece of his clothing fell to the carpet, with each discarded item revealing the intimate parts of him that she had once imagined were impossible for her to see.

The smooth golden expanse of his chest had her swallowing hard, and Poppy had to fight against the urge to touch and see for herself if it was as hard as it looked.

So, so sexy, she thought dizzily.

It didn’t seem possible for a man to be this hot, and oh...

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