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I frowned, pulling back from the comfort of his touch. “Is that an ultimatum, Veer Kiran George?”

He tugged my knee across his lap so I was straddling him.

“It’s a fact. I want things you aren’t willing to give me.”

Despite what I’d said only moments earlier, I couldn’t listen. Logic and emotions waged a battle inside me, and the last thing I wanted to do was accept what had to happen.

“I don’t want to go there. I’m only home for a few days.”

“When is the time to go there? Burying your head in the sand isn’t going to change the facts.” He gripped the back of my head and tilted my head up so I could stare into his beautiful hazel eyes. “Tell me you don’t want to see where a future together goes.”

“Of course, I do. But it could cost us everything.”

A crease formed between his dark brows. “As I said, I don’t give two shits about what it costs.”

I smoothed my thumb over the crease and then shook my head and countered with, “As I said, I care.”

He closed his eyes, dropping his head against the back of the armchair. His fingers flexed under my nape.

I knew I was selfish, but I wanted to prolong my time with the love of my life for a little longer. If things had been different and I wasn’t so close to achieving my dreams, I might have thrown caution to the wind and jumped headfirst into everything that went with a relationship with Veer.

I loved his family as much as he loved mine. We were perfect for each other. Well, with the exception of our political affiliation, which had become the crux of our relationship. As the face of the reviving conservative movement, I’d lose any chance of the party’s nomination in four years if I was with Veer. No matter what people openly said, the way they voted was an altogether different thing.

“Please,” I whispered. “I don’t want to fight. I want to enjoy the little time I have with you.”

I covered the hand on my hip with mine and pushed him upward, under my shirt until he reached the lower curve of my breast. I squeezed his fingers around my swelling mound.

“Wait a little longer.” I leaned down and grazed my lips over his. “For me, Veer.”

“Jaci, what are you doing to me?”

“I’m seducing you, Governor George.” I nipped his mouth again and rocked my cleft against his hardening cock.

He stopped my movement and peered into my eyes. “Damn you. No matter how much I want to end this to save us even more heartache, I can’t do it. I need you too much.” He pushed back from the chair, lifting me in his arms and wrapping my legs around his waist.

I grabbed on to his shoulders as he carried me inside the house.

“Veer, we can’t go upstairs now. The caterers will be here soon and so will Sam and Devin.”

He ignored my protests and took the stairs two at a time, not even considering the fact he had another human in his arms. This man’s physical strength always took my breath away.

When we stepped onto the landing, instead of going toward my bedroom, he reached behind a set of curtains and pulled a lever. A door opened up, and he took another set of stairs that led to a rooftop deck.

The rooftop was my hideaway. A place to escape the world when things became too tough. I’d come up here as a kid with my grandmother. She’d tell me it was the perfect spot to spy on everyone around me while keeping others from seeing me.

Only my family and Veer knew it even existed. The number of times we’d spent the days making love and lounging away the hours were too numerous to count. The angle of the roof line and the positioning of the deck made it impossible for anyone around us to know anything that went on here.

And from the look in Veer’s eyes, he was going to make use of the privacy.

“Veer, are you seriously planning to fuck me here when we’re about to have a house full of guests?”

“Yep.” He grinned as he set me on a daybed I had positioned against a wall. “I’ve done it before. Why not today? Besides, Sam and Devin are probably going to stop at their cabin before making it up to the house.”

My brother Devin had a simple log cabin on the property along the river. It was the original house my great-grandparents had built before they’d made their money in oil. The cabin was Devin’s special place, as this deck was mine. Since he moved to Washington State, he’d had very little time to come down to Austin and enjoy the seclusion of this property. Plus, now with Sam’s political career, visits were even less frequent.

“They have DJ with them. I doubt sex is on their minds.”

“Wrong again. DJ was dropped off with your mom and dad in New Orleans a few hours ago.”

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