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“I did no such thing!”

“Your ass did. He’s rather fond of it.”

“Well, he needs to let me finish what I’m doing,” she retorted, pushing back against him to shove him away.

He groaned. “Ah, hell, you just made him hornier.”

She laughed, rinsing off the dishes and placing them on the counter to dry. “You need a dish rack.”

“Nah. I have a cleaning lady who takes care of my dishes.”

“A cleaning lady, huh? No wonder your place is spotless.”

“What’re you trying to say? You don’t think I’m capable of keeping a clean house?”

She glanced back at him. “Are you?”

His lips twitched. “I plead the Fifth.”

“Uh-huh. I didn’t think so.”

He playfully swatted her butt.

She laughed and wiggled her way past him, clapping her hands briskly as she headed out of the kitchen. “Vámonos! Let’s go!”

Grinning from ear to ear, he followed her to the bedroom, where he put on a pair of Timbs while she tucked her tiny feet into calf-length boots.

He watched her, his grin softening. “What do you want for dinner tonight? I was thinking about taking you to my favorite Cuban restaurant.” He paused. “Or we can have the food delivered. Whichever you prefer.”

“Delivery sounds good.” She gave him a winsome smile. “It’s supposed to be chilly tonight. We can eat by the fire.”

Warmth spread through his chest. “It’s a date.”

She beamed, her pleasure mingled with relief. She was the first woman he’d ever met who preferred not to be seen in public with him. He didn’t take it personal.

They rode the elevator down to the underground parking garage, where her car occupied a spot in his private carport. Before she could open her door, he swooped in for a kiss that left them both breathless.

He never wanted another woman in his bed. Jupiter was the best lover he’d ever had. Hands down. No debate.

And best of all, she loved him. Loved him in a way that was gloriously pure and beautiful. Loved him in a way he’d never been loved before.

He wasn’t ever letting her go. Ever.

As soon as he returned home from visiting Davion that afternoon, he went to see the concierge about getting a special keycard for Jupiter.

When he stepped off the elevator and started across the marbled lobby, he saw a man standing by the front desk.

His blood ran cold in his veins.

He recognized the man.

It was his father—no, scratch that.

It was his long-lost sperm donor.

Lucien Brassard.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

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