Page 183 of What's Left of Us

Swallowing, I press a gentle kiss against her lips and nod against them. “I know we do, baby.”

Her legs wrap around my hips as she arches up until her core presses against the tip of my hardness. “You said I was yoursonce,” she whispers, using the heels of her feet to lower me down until I’m sinking inside her. “That never changed. Not for me. It never did.”

My heart skips momentarily at the thought I’d tried my damnedest to ignore. “And what about Luca?”

“Luca never had me.” Her mouth opens as I fill her to the hilt. “But I needed you to think he did so you would let me go.”

All I hear isLuca never had me.

“I’m yours,” she reassures, swiping her fingers over my lips. “Even when you didn’t want me to be.”

I lower my mouth down to hers as I move over her, in her, kissing one corner of her mouth and then the other. Peppering kisses across her jaw, her neck, her collarbones, all the way down to her breasts.

Her fingers slide over my back.

Down my torso.

Kneading the skin of my waist before cupping my ass and pulling me into her. She meets each thrust with ready hips, sucking a breath when I hit the spot that has her eyes rolling back.

My fingers dance along her arm as I extend it over her head and lock it into the sheets by threading my fingers with hers. She squeezes my palm, her legs simultaneously tightening around my hips, when I trail my finger over where the rings used to rest on her hand.

“Yours,” she whispers.

“Mine,” I promise.

Our movements sync, our hands staying interlocked as we build each other closer to the edge that we’ve always been good at getting to.

Her head tilts back as my hips meet hers, and a silent orgasm crests on her face. I bury my head in her neck and my cock inside her one last time, sinking my teeth into the spot above her pulse.

I can feel her heartbeat against my chest as I pull out and draw her into my side.

“If we’re going to be honest with each other from here on out,” she says softly, “you should probably know that The Del Rossi Group has been sold. It’s no longer in my family’s name or any of our responsibility.”

“Sold to who?”

“That doesn’t matter anymore. The point is, we’re free.”

No, I suppose it doesn’t.

She squirms, peeking up at me through her lashes. “You should also know something else.”

“What is it, Peaches?”

Her hand goes to the necklace I got her for her twenty-fifth birthday. “I’m not one hundred percent positive that the divorce papers filed were legitimate. The lawyer I used had a history of forging false documents…”

EPILOGUE

Lincoln

The ice cubesin the tumbler of amber liquid clink against the glass as it’s raised to a pair of red lips.

“Macallan,” I appreciate, sliding onto the bar stool beside the slender brunette and setting my glass of cheap IPA down on the counter. “That’s four-hundred-dollar whiskey you’re drinking.”

One of her tweezed eyebrows arches as she turns, letting her bourbon-colored eyes roam over the length of me inquisitively. “A man who knows his stuff. I’d almost be impressed if we weren’t in a bar.”

Chuckling, I give her a cursory glance.

Her brown hair is cut to her shoulders. Straight, not wavy or curly. There’s limited makeup on her natural face.

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