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Under my panting breaths, his body shuddered as he came. . .right in his shorts, his whole body convulsing.

Fuck, he was uncomfortably goddamn hot, with those throbbing muscles in his strong throat, the way there was a sheen of sweat on his chest, the dark waves of his hair plastered against his forehead.

I exploded too, the sweet liquid relief of finally getting to come flooding my body. My hips gyrated, the toy milking me hard, and I felt my release pulse all over my fingers.

My eyes closed with the exquisite sensations, and I opened them to feel Maverick pounce on me, ripping the toy away and cradling my head in his hands.

"Tallulah, please," he begged in a husky voice, his mouth descending on mine.

The feeling of being cradled in my husband's big arms, tightly wrapped up in his possessive desire, the strength of his love, was like coming home, getting to sleep in your own bed, have all your favorite things around you.

I could feel his cock hardening again.

But he simply was not quite sorry enough for me, and with one swift twist of my body I squeezed through that small space between his arms and the bed and stood up, grabbing my swimsuit bottoms with one hand.

"You lost," I said.

"Baby, I love you," Maverick cried. "Please pleaseforgive me."

"Thanks for this," I chirped, ignoring what he said and grabbing the papers he had just signed. "I added a little update to the prenup. Instead of getting access to my sponsor income for the next five years, now you don't getshit."

Then I skipped out the door and closed it firmly behind me.

CHAPTER 11

Tallulah

Later that day the cruise ship landed on a small private island and we all went out to have fun on the beach. Even though my casual, friendly dad and stepmom were very different than the aristocratic and dignified Pierre and Henrietta Laurent, they actually got along like a house on fire. At first they had bonded over everyone's mutual dislike of my very famous (infamous?) mother, but then their mutual respect just increased with each visit and now they were all the best of friends.

Maverick said nothing about what he had signed, his eyes lighting up hungrily when he saw me, and he took Emmylou from me, putting the baby on his shoulders as we all trooped down the deck, loaded down with beach chairs, toys, big hats, inflatable unicorns, sunscreen, and a packed lunch.

"BE BACK BY 6:30 PM SHARP OR RISK BEING LEFT ON THE ISLAND!" the loudspeaker blared.

We set up on the beach, and my father-in-law took Gabriel along the beach to look for shells.

"Thank you so much for letting us come with you," Dr. Laurent said, a smile transforming his haughty cultured face. "It's more appreciated than you will ever know."

"Of course," I said, tears suddenly prickling at the corners of my eyes. "You will always be my family."

"Thank you, ma chérie," he said.

Then he took hold of Gabriel's hand and they went off down the beach. You didn't often see a man in a three-piece suit on the beach, but Pierre was always dressed to the nines. And it was a perfect arrangement, since grandfather and grandson both were hyper fixated on everything to do with shells and rocks.

Dad began to blow up the inflatable unicorn for Seraphina, and my stepmom Becky and Henrietta each took one of Emmylou's hands and let her jump up and down in the shallow waves on the shore.

I felt movement beside me, and Maverick sat down, his half-naked body close to mine, his breath rustling the curls along my neck.

"I love this so much," Maverick said. "You and my family are everything to me. I was a goddamn fool to ever contemplate giving it up."

"Yes, you were," I said, starting to unpack the picnic basket. I didn't look at him, because I was afraid he'd be able to see the tears prickling in my eyes.

"Please," he said, brushing my hair gently aside and kissing my neck.

"Please," he said again, spreading his legs and pulling me against his chest, one arm wrapped around my belly to hold me tightly against him.

"Tell me there's still a chance."

His lips moved up and down the sensitive skin of my throat, his tongue curling into that hollow under my jawline.

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