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“I’m not! But you can’t deny how it’ll look to an outsider. I know I said I didn’t see myself getting married, but a part of me still fantasized about it. The beautiful venue, the white dress, my fiancé dressed in a sharp tux. My dad would tell me I looked like a princess, and then he’d walk me down the aisle and give me away.”

I get choked up, thinking about it. “My mom isn’t alive anymore, but my dad is. And…I don’t know.” I shrug. “I just didn’t imagine myself getting married in the middle of the night in Vegas.”

“So, you do regret it,” he says softly.

“No.” I shake my head and circle my arms around his neck. “I don’t regret marrying you, Julian. I love you. I just need some time to come up with a way to tell my dad that I’m married without sounding like what we did was reckless. That even though we did it in the middle of the night in Vegas, it was still meaningful. Please tell me you understand.”

“I get it,” he says after several beats. “I won’t say anything until you tell me it’s okay to do so.”

“Thank you.”

I lift onto my tippy-toes and kiss the corner of his mouth. Before I can pull back, he fists the back of my wet hair and yanks my face up. He kisses his way down my throat, nipping at my flesh as he does so, sending a shiver racing through my body.

Spinning me around, he pushes me up against the cool marble wall of the shower and slaps my ass, making me yelp in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“I might not be able to claim you as my wife in public,” he murmurs against my ear. “But make no fucking mistake … you. Are. Mine. Mine to kiss.” He turns my face and claims my mouth with a fierceness and passion that makes the rest of the world disappear. “Mine to touch.” He reaches around and palms one of my breasts roughly as his other hand slides down my body and cups my pussy. “And mine to fuck.”

He parts my folds and circles his thumb around my clit in the perfect way he knows I like that will get me off quickly. I’ve never been with a man who paid so close attention to everything about me. My likes, dislikes. Julian is not only a selfless lover, but he’s also like that in every aspect regarding me. He knows what I prefer to drink, what my favorite foods are. He noticed quickly that I need to read to fall asleep, and if I leave my book somewhere, he puts it on the nightstand before bed.

I always thought I was better off alone, without the complications, so I could focus on what was important—my future. But now, I realize that I didn’t know any better. Like a child who’s never been loved, they don’t know to miss the love. I didn’t know what I was missing out on, having someone to talk to about my day, share my ups and downs with. Getting off isn’t just about quickly finding my release anymore. It’s about connecting with someone on a deeper, more intimate level.

My orgasm rips through me, and I shudder as waves of pleasure course through my body. Julian only waits long enough for me to ride it out before he turns me back around, lifts me against the wall, and plunges into me. My body is sensitive from my orgasm, and I scream out in pleasure as he fucks me fast and hard, as if he needs to remind both of us that I am his.

When I come again, it’s around his cock, screaming his name in pure ecstasy as he repeatedly says, “You are mine,” punctuating it with every thrust.

I assume he’s going to come inside me, so I’m confused when he pulls out and sets me on my feet. “Show me that you’re mine,” he says, stroking his cock.

It only takes me a second to understand what he wants, and I drop to my knees, taking over stroking him.

“I’m yours,” I tell him, our eyes locked in a heated stare. “I’m all fucking yours.”

I part my lips and suck gently on the head, and he explodes all over my face. I could have easily opened my mouth and swallowed it down, but I know what Julian wanted—to claim me.

And he proves that when he stares down at the ribbons of cum all over me, his gaze burning with molten desire. He swipes a finger through the stickiness and drags it over to my lips, painting them like his cum is lipstick.

I press a kiss to the pad of his finger, then bite down on it playfully, and he smirks mischievously, his tell-tale sign that he wants to be inside me.

“Not happening,” I tell him, standing and kissing him quickly before moving around him to rinse off. “We have too much to do today to spend it in the shower.”

“Fine,” he mutters. “But when we get back, I’m taking you away. Somewhere private, where I can stay inside your perfect cunt for days.”

“Only on one condition …” I lean in and cup the side of his face. “You also fuck my other holes.”

“Jesus, Red,” he groans. “You can’t say shit like that after telling me I’m not allowed to be inside you.” He glances down at his growing erection. “Now, I’m going to be thinking about fucking your ass all day.”

The thought has me squirming in my spot, and like the sex fiend my husband has turned me into, I reach out and grasp his shaft.

“Maybe we have time for one more round of sex.”

“Mine,” he growls, grabbing the side of my face. “All fucking mine.”

chapter twenty-six

JULIAN

“Welcome back!” Samuel hugs his daughter and then me.

We arrived home from Vegas late last night, and Samuel requested a meeting with us this morning, so with less than a few hours of sleep, we dragged ourselves into work.

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