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I can deny it until I’m blue in the face, but I know in my soul that there’s only one answer to that question.

I’ve been numb for ten years. I’ve been a shell of myself since hearing those whispered words leave Marco’s mouth, but ever since I’ve been back in his orbit, I’ve finally started to feel like myself again.

I’ll never be the old Sloane. She died that night in the hospital.

But what if I could have a piece of myself back? What if us starting fresh could result in a fresh start for me, too? Could I really be happy again?

I guess there’s only one way to find out.

“I don’t know what will happen between us in the future. We can’t control that. But we can control the present, we can control tonight. So what if for tonight, you get to call me yours?”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Marco

Present

As soon as we enter my apartment, I’m on her.

I cage Sloane against the wall, my arm against her neck, holding her in place as I devour her mouth with mine. I’d basically all but dragged her from that damn gala to get her in my car and back to my apartment as soon as possible.

I don’t know what will happen with us, but I’m gonna make the most of tonight since I’m not sure I’ll ever get this chance again.

“Marco,” she whimpers and my cockleaksat the sound of my name coming from her lips.

“I need you.”

FuckingChrist.

“I’m all yours, baby,” I murmur before stepping back and pulling her towards my bedroom. If we’re doing this, then we’re doing it on a fucking bed.

“Strip,” I order as soon as we step inside my room. She undoes the tie at the back of her neck, letting her dress fall to the floor and leaving her in only a pair of panties and her heels.

She turns and bends over to undo the clasps on her shoes, teasing me with that perfect ass up in the air as she does. I hum approvingly before she stands and turns back to face me. She stares at me for a moment until I raise a brow, silently telling her I know what she’s doing.

I know it’s been a while, but I know damn well she hasn’t forgotten how to do as she’s told.

She rolls her eyes, hooks her thumbs in her panties, and shimmies them down her legs.

Fuck, she’s breathtaking.

“Beautiful,” I murmur. “Now get on the bed.”

She climbs on, lying in the middle of the bed and opening her legs in invitation.

I crawl up the bed and loop my arms under her thighs, pushing until her knees are almost touching her chest, and placing a kiss on her ankle before shifting so I can lean down, still holding her legs in place.

“Such a pretty pussy,” I mutter. “And you’re soaked. Tell me, little warrior, what’s got you so wet, hmm?” I gently blow against her clit and she squirms in my hold.

“You’re dying for it, aren’t you? Even after all these years, you’re still nothing but a needy little slut who craves my cock.”

She whimpers and writhes, silently begging me to touch her.

Don’t worry, baby. I’ll give you everything you could ever need.

I lightly brush my tongue against her center before languidly making my way up to her clit. I press a few gentle kisses to the bundle of nerves before I lose it.

Her taste. Fuck, her taste.

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