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“Okay, I will.” Then, softly, sweetly,completely destroying me, she whispers, “I love you.”

And just like that, I’m done for.

My cock is already hard, my blood hot with the need to take her back inside and make her say it again and again until she’s hoarse.

Until she knows she’s never saying those words to anyone but me.

Ever.

I don’t want to go hunt down some unknown fucking crew who robbed the Vipers’ Den. I don’t give a shit about Angel Fury’s stolen files.

All I want is her.

I dip my chin and grip the edge of the door, forcing myself to step back before I say fuck it and order Santos to turn the car around.

Because if I don’t, I will drag her out of this SUV and straight back to our bed.

And neither of us will leave it for days.

Chapter 36-Aella

I’m still floating on cloud nine when Santos pulls into the garage. My body is relaxed, my heart light, the afterglow of my conversation with Sammy lingering in my veins like a slow-burning fire.

He loves me. He loves me like crazy.

I know it in my bones. I feel it in the way he speaks to me, the way he takes care of me, the way he makes me feel like I belong entirely to him.

So, yeah. I’m feeling pretty damn good.

“Want me to get the door, ma’am?” Santos asks from the driver’s seat.

We’re already home. I didn’t even notice.

I hesitate, remembering how strongly I felt about this yesterday.

That strange discomfort of someone other than Sammy opening doors for me, stepping into the role of protector when I already have one.

I force a smile. “I got it. Thanks.”

I slip out, shutting the door behind me, and Santos dips his chin in acknowledgment before pulling away.

I’m not inside for two minutes when the intercom pings, and Benny, the gate guard, tells me Andrea is here.

“Already?” I murmur, glancing at the clock. She’s early.

“Okay, send her up to the house,” I say, shaking off my surprise.

I don’t waste time, heading upstairs to change. I swap my work clothes for black jeans and a soft, spring sweater in a bright shade of green.

The color makes my skin glow, and I absently smooth my hands down the fabric before I hear Andrea’s voice drifting from the foyer.

“I am so excited to show you this place! They have amazing appetizers, but dessert is my favorite. The owner’s wife has a chocolaterie next door, and they serve the most amazingtipsy treatsyou’ve ever had there!” Andrea announces, already making herself at home.

“Okay, just let me text Sammy,” I say, pulling out my phone.

“Sure. Just tell him we’re going to Sonny’s. He’s great friends with the owner.”

I nod, tapping out a quick text message.

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