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So, this is what it feels like…

To finally surrender and let go…

To admit that I was in love.

Cloud Nine had nothing on this.

Chapter 27

Colby

I didn’t know whatthe fuck those women had told my wife or what they talked about all night besides her test to come, but whatever it was—it changed everything. She was all over me for the first time since we met, and I knew it wasn’t from the sweet champagne that lingered on her lips and tongue.

As soon as we reached the parking garage below our penthouse, my wife dragged me into the elevator, which opened just as we stepped up to it. Her mouth was on mine almost immediately, and I cornered her in the back, one hand cupping her cheek while the other gripped the rail to keep me steady as it ascended to the penthouse floor.

Something was different; a layer of passion had risen from within her, and I could feel it wrapping around me like a chain. She pushed herself against me, backing me up against theelevator door as her hands unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my slacks, reaching in for my cock that was already hard and ready for her.

When we reached our floor, the doors opened, and I fell back, dragging Sienna down with me. She laughed as we lay there momentarily before crawling up my body and looking down at me with stormy eyes, which swirled and shined like a full moon.

The penthouse was dark; our only light came from the skyline that filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room.

“What happened?” I asked softly, dragging a knuckle down her cheek.

Her hair was pulled off to one side and cascaded to the floor beside us like a waterfall.

“What are you talking about?” She chuckled, shaking her head in denial. “You just fell out of the elevator.”

“I’m not talking about that, and you know it.” I lifted myself to sitting, unbuttoning my coat and loosening my tie, while she fell back to straddle my thighs with her knees on either side of me.

I wanted to know what happened back at that mansion. What Bria, Tessa, and her had talked about that changed the way she saw me—our relationship, because I sure as shit could tell that she was seeing me in a completely different light than when we left for the Gala.

“I don’t—”

I gripped her behind her head, hard enough to interrupt her words and gain her attention but not enough to hurt. She whimpered, sucking in a sharp breath.

“I’m done playing these games, love.” If she couldn’t be honest with me and her feelings, which I knew were there, then there was no chance for us, no matter how hard I pushed her.

Releasing my hold on her, I stood from the floor, pulling her up with me, my slacks sagging on my hips as I shrugged off my jacket and started unbuttoning my shirt.

“You came into my life at a time when I believed I had everything figured out—” She started, and I stopped what I was doing, my attention entirely on her. “And then suddenly I realized that I didn’t.” She kicked off her hot pink heels, stepped around me, and down into the sunken living room, dropping onto the black leather couch.

“I grew up in a life where I had no control. Everything was planned out for me; all I had to do was please everyone around me until I couldn’t. Until I failed, again and again, and again…” She continued. “I was so tired.”

She fell back, her head turned to face the windows, as I stepped down into the living room beside her. I rested my hands on the back of the couch and admired how the lights danced across her skin, how the chain of her necklace glowed with the moon, and how the obsidian heart nestled itself against the curve of her clavicle.

“When I moved here, I had nothing—nothing besides a dream of being someone I couldn’t be before.” And there it was… where we were exactly the same. “I figured it out five years later, and then you showed up and blew everything to fucking pieces.” She spoke so calmly as she stared out the window, ignoring that I was hovering over her from behind the couch.

She lay there in silence, and I let her, not uttering a word until she was ready to hear me talk. I could see her mind working through everything, her breaths slow and deep, as her chest rose and fell with every breath.

“And then you showed up and…” She shook her head, pressing her lips together. “And that dream became you…” She finished with a long sigh, her eyes now locked on mine, glistening withunshed tears that threatened to spill over the sides at any second.

“So… what happened—love?…” My wife breathed, using the nickname I had given her. “You happened—” She lifted herself up, hand reaching to grab the loose tie that hung from my neck like a noose, and pulled me down towards her. “And I have fallen in love with my husband…” Her eyes dropped to my lips before pulling me even closer. “I’m done talking now.” She whispered against my ear, and I swear my heart fucking exploded within my chest like a grenade.

I leaped my ass over the back of the couch, picking my wife up to cradle her in my arms before crushing my mouth to hers and tasting what was finally mine in every way.

“You may be done talking, love, but you’ve got a whole night of screaming left in you,” I murmured against her lips. “And I’m going to make sure that by the end of it, you know exactly how much I fucking love you, Sienna.”

My wife whimpered against my mouth as I carried her to our bedroom, ready to open my heart to her just as she did with me.

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