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“Oh. It wasn’t so bad.”

“I’ve asked Morgan to run a check on Love,” Roman said. “So, we’ll know her story soon enough.”

“Which I will do later.” I smiled.

“By the way. Love is thirty-five,” Julian said.

“Of course she is. Every year that passes, they get younger and younger,” Calista spoke.

“Okay. We’re not going down the rabbit hole of Dad,” Roman said.

After we ate, I helped clean up while the boys went into the living room.

“You’re a guest, Morgan. This isn’t necessary,” Katherine, Roman’s mother, said.

“I want to help.” I smiled. “What do all three of you do?” I asked them.

“I’m a jewelry designer and run my own company, Katherine Mallory Designs.”

“I write children’s books,” Calista said.

“You’re too modest.” Katherine smiled. “She’s a number one New York Times bestselling author of children’s books.”

“I’m a life coach,” Pippa said.

“You’re probably thinking this situation with our boys is weird,” Calista said.

“I wouldn’t say weird.” A smirk crossed my lips. “I’d say different. But I will say that I admire and highly respect all three of you for what you did for your sons.”

“Even though Harrison is a lying, cheating bastard, we can’t hate him too much. He did give us our beautiful sons and a sisterhood.” Katherine smiled.

CHAPTER 18

Roman

“This is how tonight is going to end,” I said, opening the car door for Morgan. Walking around to the other side, I climbed in and looked at her. “I’m taking you to the hotel, you’re going to pack an overnight bag, and then I’m taking you back to my house, where I’m going to fuck you senseless.”

“So that you know, Roman. I don’t take too kindly to commands or people telling me what to do.” Her brow arched in a sexy way. “But tonight, you’ll get a free pass. And only because I want to go back to your house.”

“And?” I smiled.

“Have you fuck me senseless.”

The corners of my mouth curved upward as I stared into her beautiful eyes. I’d never brought a girl around to meet my parents before, but with her, it felt right. I couldn’t explain it, nor did I want to. All I knew was that Morgan Ashley was in my head, and she wasn’t leaving it anytime soon.

After we left the hotel, I drove us to my home. Grabbing her bag from the back seat, I took it inside and set it on thefloor. Turning to her, I placed my hand on her cheek and kissed her sweet lips. Our lips stayed locked as we undressed, leaving a trail of clothes from the living room up the stairs. Once we reached the hallway, I pushed her against the wall, one hand placed on the arch of her back while the other held her arms above her head. My lips traveled to her neck. Her scent—one that I took full note of back in Turks and Caicos. A delicate and enticing mix of jasmine, rose, and musk—a fragrance that demanded to be noticed. No matter where she was, the scent lingered in the air, enveloping my senses and making it hard to focus on anything else.

“After I fuck you here, you’ll have full control in the bedroom,” I whispered in her ear as my hand slid down her torso and my fingers dipped inside.

She gasped while her body trembled.

I thrust inside, taking in the warmth and wetness that coated my hard cock. Our lips met for a passionate kiss. Letting go of her wrists, I gripped her ass and lifted her up while still inside her. Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist and her arms around my neck. I thrust in and out like a wild beast until our bodies orgasmed at the same time. Carrying her to the bedroom, I lay her down on the bed, kissing her before pulling out.

I roll on my back, trying to catch my breath. She rolled on her side and placed her hand on my chest.

“Why doesn’t the great Roman Hamilton have a girlfriend?” she asked.

“I like my space and my freedom. I can’t handle the constant check-ins, the expectations, and the compromises. Relationships make me feel suffocated and trapped. Then I pull away, women get hurt, and everything falls apart.”

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