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“Just focus on me right now,” I murmur against her lips. “And I’ll focus on you.”

Brooke grumbles into the kiss, but as my fingertips start dancing over her pussy, she allows herself to melt entirely into me, relaxing in my lap. She’s wet within seconds and before long, soft moans escape with each gasp she makes as we part from one kiss and fall immediately into another. I adjust her against me, allowing me to slide my fingers through her heat deep into her pussy. My thumb finds her clit and Brooke shudders against me.

Her hands clutch at my arm and her nails cut into my skin, the bite of fire making my blood run hotter.

“Spread your legs,” I whisper against her mouth. She obliges, her legs falling on either side of mine, giving me easier access to her pussy. This new position allows me to thrust my fingers deeper at a more rapid pace while flicking and rubbing her clit in time to the motion of her hips.

“Oh god,” Brooke moans sweetly. Our kiss breaks and her head falls back onto my shoulder. I turn my attention to her throat, licking and sucking as she squirms with pleasure in myarms. Closer and closer she tumbles toward an orgasm. Her pussy clenches rhythmically around my fingers, her breathing grows more rapid, and her head tosses side to side on my shoulder.

“Leon, oh my god. I’m so close. I’m so… fuck!”

It’s all the encouragement I need to hear. I double my efforts in fucking her with my fingers and within thirty seconds, Brooke is trembling in my arms with breathy cries and whimpers. She jolts forward and I hold her close, rapidly teasing her clit to get her the most out of her orgasm until she slumps back, panting.

“Feel better?” I ask, lazily kissing her jaw.

“Yeah,” she gasps. “Loads better. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Brooke swivels in my arms and kisses me deeply. “Come with me to bed?”

“How can I resist?”

22

BROOKE

“Mommy, Mommy!” Tiff sprints across the patio and throws herself against my legs, her hair flying about her face and her eyes wide. “Look what I found!”

Abandoning the sketches in front of me, Tiffany gets my full attention. “What is it, sweetheart?” Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, I look down at her cradled hands.

“You ready?” Tiff whispers as she looks up at me with a grin.

I nod and fully brace myself for the alarming presence of a spider. Instead, Tiffany uncurls her fingers and reveals a ladybug nestled in her palm. “I’m gonna call her Dotty and we’ll be friends forever!”

“Aww, how sweet!” My heart pulses in relief. No spiders.

“Can I keep her?”

“Oh, I don’t know about that. Ladybugs like to be outside in the garden so it might not be the best idea.”

“What if we take the garden inside?”

“How about you choose a plant to keep her on? One of those over there.” I point at the potted plants that sit near the stepsleading into the house. “You can come out and see her any time you like.”

“Hmm.” Tiff’s face scrunches up as she thinks it over.

“She can build a house there and be safe, so you might not always see her but she will definitely be there.” I don’t have the heart to tell her that ladybugs can fly and that her new friend will likely do that the first chance it gets.

“Okay,” Tiffany agrees. She hurries over to a fern near the door, crouches down, and lets the ladybug crawl from her fingers to a leaf. Then she stays there, perched and staring as the bug crawls further into the plant.

Chuckling to myself, I keep one eye on her and return to what I was working on. I’ve spent the past few days considering the future. Leon is taking good care of me and Tiffany, and the space he’s given me has allowed me time to process what happened to Hannah. With Leon taking care of the money owed and my debt now being to him, I want to do something in honor of Hannah. A memorial of some kind. So, I’ve been drawing up ideas for a new flower shop where I can incorporate Hannah’s name and with Leon’s backing, ensure that all money raised from that business goes to helping those in need.

It’s not much, but it’s the only way I can think of to make up for how she died. Ensuring that every dime I make from here on out goes toward helping and saving people is the least I can do. I haven’t approached Leon with my ideas yet as such a plan will require his help in securing a new store and set up costs. Given how I belong to him now, I can think of a few sexy ways to get his approval.

On the table before me sits several drawings of shop designs, flowers I’d like to incorporate, and several name ideas. No single idea feels right quite yet but I’m in no rush. It’s the next step in my new future, and despite the darkness that prompted it, I’m excited.

I miss my flowers. My Instagram account is flooded with concerned messages after the fire, along with a few angry ones from a certain bride, so I want to get back to what I do best. Surrounding myself with something I love, giving Tiffany a vibrant future, and having a man like Leon by my side is like an impossible dream born out of a nightmare.

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