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Something in my chest warmed. “That’s okay. If that greenhouse gets set up tomorrow,” I said, “I’ll have Sally bring over some of the hybrids I’ve been working on. I need to check on them.”

“Hybrid flowers?”

“Yeah. I’m not great at getting the outcome I want yet, but I’m working on it.”

Everett sank his fingers into my hair and combed through the damp tangles, gently pulling with his fist close to my scalp. That felt so fucking good. “Don’t stop that.”

“Good to know.” He chuckled. “And I’m sure the flowers are gorgeous.”

There was no reason for that to make me blush, other than the simple trust and belief that I’d rarely had from anyone other than Trinity and Isolde.

“Tell me, wife,” Everett used the grip on my hair to tilt me back into him. “What would you like? Food first? Or…”

“Or?”

He lifted my leg backward over his, settling his cock directly between my legs. The length of him pressed against me, and something cold. “You have a piercing?”

“Is that another first?” He asked.

“Yes.”

“Then I think anything else can wait, don’t you?” Everett scraped his teeth over my neck, making me gasp. He rocked his hips, driving the tip of his cock—and that piercing—directly into my clit.

“Yes,” I breathed the word. “Yes.”

A low, rough purr sprang to life as he kissed my neck and shoulder, long and slow. “Good girl.”

Then his cock was thrusting deep, and there was no way to think of anything else as he took me.

27

CHRYSANTHEMUM

(MUMS, FLOWER OF LIFE)

MEANING: A HEART LEFT TO DESOLATION

OCEAN

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Soft comfort clung to me as I woke. The ridiculously butter-soft blankets on Cameron’s bed. Somehow I hadn’t yet managed to spend the night in my own bed, but if they weren’t this kind of blanket we were switching them out with this kind because I could burrow into these and live here forever.

I curled a little deeper and heard a distinct crinkle.

Pulling the blanket down from over my head, I blinked away the morning light. I was alone in bed, but there was a note resting next to me.

Come to the kitchen for breakfast when you’re ready. Take your time. We might have to go to the office, but we’re the bosses. We’ll wait for you first.

My whole body turned pink, and I buried myself beneath the blankets again, giving into the instinct to kick my feet and just wiggle with happiness.

There was too much of it, and it just had to come out until I flopped back on the pillows with a smile so big it hurt.

Everett had taken me entirely differently. Steady and slowly, but with brutal intention. It might have been slow, but it wasn’t soft. Every thrust of that piercing had fireworks flashing in my mind, and now every girl I’d ever listened to rave about dick piercings made total sense.

By that time I was tired enough to sleep. They woke me up to eat at some point before Micah fucked me back to sleep again. I was sore, but in a good way. Like I’d spent all day moving plants around in the greenhouse.

I needed something to wear. The nightgown wasn’t on the bathroom floor anymore, and I still wasn’t confident enough to walk through the whole house naked yet. On top of the fact that I didn’t know if there was staff here today. Was Ruby here?

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