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Before I can fully catch my breath, he stands, pushing his sweats down just enough to free himself. His hands grip my hips, pulling me to the edge, and in one hard thrust, he’s inside me, deep and claiming.

"My Ry Ry," I gasp, clutching his shoulders, "you were always my person."

"You’re mine," he rasps, setting a relentless rhythm. "Always."

The counter rocks under us as he drives into me, each stroke branding me his.

"I love it when you look at me like that," he groans.

"You're the only one," I pant.

He leans in, forehead pressed to mine, our breaths mingling as pleasure crashes over me again, sweeping me under.

"That's it, baby. Let go," he urges, voice raw.

I do, coming undone with him, for him.

We collapse together, bodies tangled, hearts pounding in sync.Safe.

Whole.

Home.

Chapter Forty-One

Rygaard

Work has been a constant blur of agony, with me glued to the clock, counting every second until I could get the hell home to Presley.

She’salwayson my mind. So much that my work has suffered, because how could I possibly care about spreadsheets and clientcalls when the only thing I want to wrap my hands around is her?

The conversation we had about her venturing out on her own replays in my mind like a broken record. I’ve been doing a damn fine job keeping herbusyat home. She thought she’d have it easy, thought she’d be free to roam and play house while Keifer still breathes air somewhere out there.

Cute.

We split the cooking, three meals a week each, and one night out. I try to live healthy, and damn it, I want her to live just as long and healthy with me.

Grocery day comes once a month, and I’m a stickler for clean eating. Before I came back into her life, Presley had shriveled down to a fragile version of herself. Not anymore. Not on my watch.

Gone is the frail, hollow-eyed girl who once broke my fucking heart.In her place: a woman who looks like every filthy fantasy I've ever had rolled into one.

Curves that make my mouth water, tight arms and legs that could snap a man in two, and abs that make me wonder how the hell I ever kept my hands to myself back in high school.

Needless to say, I’m obsessed with the healthy weight she’s gained. It shows. Itradiatesoff her, this glow, this undeniable sex appeal, and it has my dick standing at attention most days before I even get my boots off.

Tonight, we’re heading to Le’ Chateau, a swanky little, family-owned restaurant that's been around since Hector was a pup.

My parents used to drag me here when I was a kid. “Only the finest for my family,” my father would say, his words dripping with all the unspoken poison he never dared spell out loud.

Thinking of him still makes my stomach churn, the memory of his cold stare the day he kidnapped me away from Presley,the way his eyes went dead right before he threatened the only woman I have ever and will ever love.

One day, that bastard will feel the pain he dealt me.

One day soon.

But not tonight.

Not when I have Presley sitting across from me, wearing a flirty, little dress that hugs every fucking inch of her body and laughing over the menu like she doesn’t realize she’s wrecking me from the inside out.

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