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“Yes, babygirl,” I say, moving her hair from her face. “You’re you.”

She leans down and takes a kiss from my lips. She smiles then says, “I never would’ve thought it would beyouwho wanted to wait.”

“You don’t want to?”

She smiles. “I think I’ve waited long enough. Don’t you?”

“Why did you wait so long?”

“You do realize I told you all of this, right?”

“Remind me.”

She says, “My father broke my mother’s heart, which made me have trust issues with men.”

“Ah, so you marry a man who knows nothing about commitment.”

“Well, you’re about to learn.”

My heart rate is still up because I know at some point I have to come clean about who I really am, and I don’t know how she’s going to take it. I also don’t know what Peter is going to think when he learns that I married the very woman I was supposed to be secretly observing. When he first told me to come down here, I never would have imagined I’d be this infatuated with someone. That’s the Zimyra St. Claire-Jennings effect. She is something special and I’m glad she’s mine.

CHAPTER 33

I stretch and open myeyes, blinking to acquaint them with the morning light. Instantly I feel emptiness beside me. My new husband is not there. I yawn, rub my eyes, and sit up. Turning to my left, I see him standing in front of the windows, completely naked. To say I’m captivated is an understatement. The muscles in his back look like tree roots, speaking to his firmness and strength. For some reason, his shoulders appear broader and more demanding with his shirt off. I’ve noticed that before. I’ve felt them. Massaged them. His torso slims to his waist and a smooth, firm butt that’s tight like a ball of muscles. His thighs have power. Those long, shapely legs are strong enough to carry a small army.

My goodness, his body is beautiful. I’ve never seen him like this – fully naked, that is – but I’m glad I have the pleasure to admire his stature. His power. His strength. His confidence.

As if sensing I’m awake, he turns around and looks at me. His eyes are heavy. And that’s not the only thing on him that’sheavy. My eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets when I take in the enormity of his manhood, because how?

That’s all I could ask myself. I gasp and remember how to breathe. I open my mouth to speak, but words fail me. Yet, I feel something else – desire. I feel a sensation flow through my body, sending an aching to the apex of my thighs.

My breathing pattern changes. I’m breathing faster than before.

Wow.

Just when I thought he couldn’t amaze me any more than he already had, I’m left speechless. When he starts walking slowly over to me, my entire body trembles.

He straddles me, takes my head into his hands like he loves to do, and plows his tongue into my mouth. My hands grip his back while he owns my mouth. When I fall back on the bed, I feel like my soul has left my body.

He’s going to make love to me.

His weight presses down on me, holding me still while his tongue strokes every corner of my mouth and nearly slides down my throat. He kisses my neck. I feel his teeth on my collarbone before he moves to my breasts. The minute I feel his tongue, I whimper loudly and his name automatically leaves my mouth.

I don’t know how I’m still living right now. This is insane. The feeling is overpowering and almost unbearable, but it doesn’t compare to the feeling of his hands sliding down my stomach. With the slightest touches of his fingertips, he glides across my stomach while his mouth steadily devours my breasts. And then his hand moves lower, causing my body to quiver.

“Ax,” I whimper.

He looks at me and answers, “Yes?” while his fingers immerse in the heat between my legs.

I close my eyes and whimper. I frown, try to bear this pleasure. But it’s too overwhelming. It’s new. It’s something I’ve never experienced.

“Look at me,” he tells me.

“I—I can’t.”

“You can. Open your eyes, baby,” he says as he steadily works magic with his fingers.

I open my eyes, still grimacing. Still trying to contain what he’s doing to me, but it’s blowing my mind.

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