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I hang up and pull Ruby into my arms, smoothing her hair away from her face. “Everything is going to be okay. I don’t want you to worry about a thing.”

She relaxes against me, and I allow my eyes to close, content in the knowledge that I never have to let her out of my sight again.

As I drift off, the lack of sleep finally catching up with me, I remember that I haven’t been entirely honest with her. I’m keeping one tiny secret, just until our wedding day, but I know she’s going to love it when she finds out.

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RUBY

I watchHarry emerge from the steamy bathroom and stroll back into the bedroom, a bath towel wrapped around his waist, his chest still damp. He towel-dries his hair, flinging water across the room. Coconut scented shower gel wafts my way, and I can’t help smiling at him from the bed. He’s totally oblivious to his charm. Still.

Maybe that’s part of it—Harry isn’t one of those arrogant assholes who walk into a room and check out the women checking them out, knowing they can snap their fingers and take their pick.

“What?” He stops rubbing his hair and quirks his lips at me. “Did I cut myself shaving?” He touches his chin tentatively.

“Uh-huh.” I push back the bedcovers and crawl across the bed towards him.

When I’m within touching distance, I slide my hand underneath the towel wrapped around his waist and stroke his cock which immediately springs to life.

“Right here.” I lick my lips and release the towel, dropping it onto the floor before I take him into my mouth and tease him with my tongue. He’s warm and silky smooth, and I find myself grabbing his hips and pulling him into me as far as I can take him.

If anyone had told me a year ago that I would meet a man who made me feel like this, I wouldn’t have believed them. It’s as if Harry has unlocked something deep inside me, an inner sex goddess I never knew existed, and now that I’ve tasted him, I can’t get enough.

Harry’s fingers entwine with my hair, holding me still while he moves his hips, sliding his cock out of my mouth, rubbing it across my lips, and back in again gently. Never too far. Giving me just enough to leave me wanting more. I cup his balls with my hands, massaging the tender skin behind them until I hear him groan out loud.

Then I suck harder. I squeeze the base of his cock with one hand, still stroking his balls with the other, and slide my hand up and down, growing faster in tune with Harry’s panting breaths. I love that I can do this to him. It’s like suddenly finding out that I possess a superpower that no one else has, singling me out from every other woman in the world and making me feel special.

I stop before I make him come.

Our bodies are so in tune with one another that I barely have a chance to release him before he pushes me back onto the bed, spreads my legs wide, and fucks me with his tongue and two fingers. My orgasm is quick and hard. Harry’s tongue is relentless, waiting for me to explode again, my knees spread wide by his so that I can’t wriggle away from him.

He keeps going, licking, nibbling, sucking.

My head reels. All sense of awareness deserts me as my orgasm chases his tongue, wanting it to end and wanting it to be all that I ever feel for the rest of my life. When Harry slides inside me, my brain is numb, every nerve ending in my body still tingling.

He smooths my hair away from my face, gripping it so tightly my eyes become slits. “I love you, Ruby. You’re the fucking world to me.”

I wrap my arms around his neck and hold onto him, kissing him while his body jerks, his groans swallowed by my mouth. Finally, I can’t keep my feelings in check anymore as I proclaim, “I love you, Harry Weiss.”

Harry smooths my hair away from my face, drinking me in with his eyes. His lips caress my eyelids, my cheekbones, the tip of my nose, my jawline down to the base of my throat. It’s the most romantic, the most tender moment that we have ever shared, and my heart swells with love for this man. When his lips come back to meet mine, he murmurs, “Do you have any idea how much I love you and how happy you make me, Ruby Jackson?”

It doesn’t need answering.

We lay together, Harry on top of me, my pussy clenching and unclenching, pushing him out of me slowly. A chuckle escapes my lips, and he rolls off me and onto his back on the bed.

“Morning.” His smile is so filled with love that I wish I could capture it in a tiny precious box and bring it out whenever I’m feeling any less than I do in this perfect moment.

“Morning. I think you’re going to be late for the office.”

“Fuck the office.” He plants a kiss on my lips and sinks backward onto the bed again, and I know that he feels the same.

“Does that mean you’re staying home today?”

“Do you want me to?”

I do, but I have plans for today that don’t include Harry.

I’ve been living in his apartment for three weeks, and New York is already starting to feel like home. The barista in the coffee shop close to where we live already knows that I like my coffee extra-hot with a sprinkling of chocolate and cinnamon on top. The woman who lives on the first floor of Harry’s building with a white fluffy dog called Pebbles always stops to say hi while I stroke behind the dog’s ears, and the dog licks my hand in greeting.

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