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As sexy as it is that he remembered the title of the book of the monthandread it. I almost forget that his cum is leaking down my thighs and that I’m sore. Except I don’t. I could never not feel him between my legs ever again.

“I had a long drive today, and I was curious.” He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. It’s like we’re the only two people in the entire world. “Everything about you is interesting, Regan. It always is. So I downloaded the audio and listened to it on the way.”

“Let’s go home,” I murmur. He could be a part of our book club any other day. Tonight, I need him in my bed. I need him to be mine.

“We will, love. Soon.” When he looks around at my book club girls and me, I’m amazed by how serious he is. How much he cares. “I’ve had a few minutes to consider the ending before I got here. At first, I figured what Brawn did was his gift to Frida.”

“Regan said the same thing.” Rosemary winks at me.

“Then.” Landon’s fingers brand my waist with his tight grip. “I realized he wasn’t giving her anything. She was the one who gave him her body.Shesawhim. She knew what he was like. She was the one who chose to die for him.”

Landon’s dark eyes burrow deep into my soul, his gaze turning meaningful, and my heart races. My entire being is a ball of light as I anticipate his next words.

“All he did was accept that gift.”

He whisks me into his arms while Rosemary yells for us to wait for her, that she needs to go get our purses.

“Landon.” I wrap my arms around his neck, responding to what he told me minutes ago. “I love you too.”

A smirk curls his lips up. “I know.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Landon

Working from the officeisn’t something I normally do unless I absolutely have to.

Then again, I don’t sleep over at someone else’s bed, either. I sure as shit don’t cuddle them all night and murmur sweet words while pressing my lips to the crook of their necks.

Hers.

Regan is my everything. After we got to her home, I made love to her. I went slow. Deep. Crawled under her skin the same way she’d crawled under mine.

I told her I loved her again and again. When she came, before she closed her eyes. As soon as she opened them.

I’m fucking whipped.

And I’m happy about it.

My obsession with her is just as enjoyable.

I love it, this constant desire to be around her, listen to her beautiful voice and pick through her head.

Not a part of me wants to kill her because I love her too much. None.

See? I promised I wouldn’t kill her.

That’s a promise I won’t ever break.

Unlike the promise I made to my two VPs, Vince and Beverly.

“You can’t do this, Sterling.” Beverly taps her fingers on the mahogany table in our conference room. Her green eyes cast from me to Vince. “Tell him he can’t do this to us.”

From where we sit, we have the best view of the city. Central Park and the rest of Manhattan are sprawled beneath us. Green and gray, nature versus concrete. Clouds hang heavy in the skies, and as the morning progresses, they slowly clear.

The sun shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows in one of Moth to a Flame’s conference room.

A brighter, metaphorical sun will shine through my heart by the end of the day.

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