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“You wreck my heart. In a good way.” He slipped his fingers inside her, loving the way she arched into him like a cat. “You’ve changed my life.” He used his other hand to flick her clit while he moved his fingers in and out of her. “You want kids, Starr?”

She moaned and nodded, pressing her hips against his hands like she couldn’t get enough. “Your kids. I want to be pregnant with your son. Two sons. However many you’ll let me have.”

She tightened around his fingers, and he thrust in and out of her harder. Deeper. Faster. She arched off the mattress and cupped her tits in her hands.

“John.” Her voice was between a whine and groan. “I’m coming.”

Fucking sexy.

He let her ride it out before he pulled his fingers out of her and brought them to his mouth. “I’m going to cherish you forever.” He shifted and pressed his cock to her opening. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life making you happy. Giving you everything you want.”

He slid inside her, and when she put her hands along his arms and forced him down so that his face was level with hers, his heart wept. She had the keys to his kingdom and had finally turned the lock hard enough to open the doors.

She locked her arms around his shoulders. “Kiss me,” she whispered.

When his mouth met hers, his body went to a whole new level. The passion was all-consuming. Intense. Raw. The best he’d ever had. When her nails dug into his back and she started panting against his ear, he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.

“Yes. There. Harder. John. Don’t stop. More. More.”

Sweat dripped between their bodies. At any second, he was sure the headboard of the bed was going to punch a hole in the wall.

But it didn’t matter. When Starr convulsed around his cock, he came, the sensation tilting him off his axis and sending him into the Milky Way. He bit into her neck, letting all the sensations wash over him. He tried to speak, but nothing came out. He cleared his throat. And kept his face buried in her neck.

Chapter Eighteen

Meeting all of John’s brothers Saturday morning hadn’t been as intimidating as Starr had thought it would be. They were all complete gentlemen and respectful of Starr the entire weekend they worked on the roof. John had insisted they didn’t need Starr’s help since he’d also lined up a few of their friends. With eight men working on the roof, how could she argue? But feeding eight men had sucked the life out of her. The roof looked amazing, though, and she’d do it again in a heartbeat if she had to.

Starr had submitted listings everywhere humanly possible that she had boat slips for rent—had even told all the guys. But nothing was getting results. Of the two slips that had been occupied when she came to Emerald Port, one was rented to Lyle. She had rented one more slip over the weekend. Only three total. Not nearly enough. She’d texted with Lyle back and forth and told him about the will. He was happy, and she set up a time for lunch next week. She knew there would never be a way to repay him, but she owed him a thank-you for everything he’d done for the marina.

It was silly of her for thinking that turning a profit would be quick and easy. It wasn’t. Every day she watched boats on the harbor, watched the bridge going up and down to let boats through to the ocean, so plenty of boats were out there. Why wouldn’t their owners rent from her?

Frustrated, she ripped up the last ad copy after she found a typo and threw it in the trash. She was going to start posting the ads around town. She was borderline desperate because it only made sense for her to stay in Emerald Port if she inherited the marina. Otherwise, she had nothing, and she was not going to depend on John for everything.

Her doorbell rang, cutting into her thoughts. “Coming.” She pushed out of her grandfather’s office chair and went to open the door. A woman with light-brown hair stood on the porch, and Starr knew immediately who it was. She opened the door. Their gazes met, and Starr was instantly happier. “Mrs. Davenport.”

“Call me Rose. It’s so lovely to finally meet you in person. John has said so much about you.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” She pushed the door open wider. “Come in. Would you like some iced tea?”

“I’m fine, thank you. I came to invite you to dinner tonight. We would be honored to have you.” Rose put a hand to her chest. “It would be a pleasure to get to know you. John has never had a woman capture his heart the way you have. You are quite a legend.”

Starr’s cheeks heated. “I doubt that. If you don’t think it would cause a ruckus, I would love to come. He mentioned that you were going to get ahold of me.” Starr winced. “I’m not sure your husband will be as welcoming though.”

Rose raised her eyebrows in question. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“John didn’t tell you? Mr. Davenport came over and made no bones about not liking me. I asked him to get off my property.”

Rose’s entire face went beet red, and Starr closed her eyes, hating that she’d unintentionally embarrassed the older woman. “That husband of mine needs to shape up. This is the last line he has crossed.”

“Oh no. Please, I don’t need an apology.” Starr shrugged. “He did what he thought was necessary at the time. Just like any parent would do. No hard feelings. Plus, John mentioned that he can be a bit… stubborn.”

“Stubborn? My husband is the mule of stubborn.” Rose gave Starr a warm smile that reached her eyes. “I expect to see you tonight. We pushed the time back to seven instead of six o’clock. John texted me. They’ll be finished up by then.”

“Can I bring dessert?”

Rose clasped her hands together. “Perfect. Whatever you bring, make sure it’s enough for a crowd. The boys are hogs when it comes to dessert.”

“I would expect nothing less.” Starr put her hand out. “It’s wonderful to meet you.”

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