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“I love you too!” she sings then hangs up.

Wait! Get everything ready?

Oh, fuck. This is going to be a disaster.

But despite the chaos brewing in my head, I can’t stop the smile that spread across my face at the thought of Margot meeting my family.

Her future family.

Chapter 50

Margot

I wake up to kisses along my shoulder and the sweet smell of coffee.

“Mhmm,” is all I manage.

“Good morning to you too, sweetheart. I hate to wake you after keeping you up so late, but we’ve got plans.” I can hear the grin in his voice when he says it.

Once I’d woken up from my nap, I ate brunch and hung out with Benny while Matty worked. We barely made it through dinner before we were sprinting to our room. It’s hard to focus on eating with Matty’s fingers inside me.

We spent hours fucking until I passed out. At some point, probably around two a.m., I woke to his mouth on my pussy, noisily devouring me like a man starved. After coming again on his tongue, he fucked me once more before we fell back asleep.

Now, my whole body is sore in places I didn’t even know had muscles. It just makes me want him again.

But not now. I burrow deeper into the blankets with a low hum. I’m not ready to wake up. Not even the seductive smell of coffee tempts me enough to open my eyes.

He lets out a deep laugh at my refusal to rise, leans in, and gives me another kiss. “Sweetheart, you need to get up.”

He starts pulling the blanket down until the cool air hits my bare skin and makes me shiver. I yank the covers back over my head.

“No! Leave me alone.” I grunt at him.

He chuckles again, and winning the tug-of-war, pulls the blanket down until my ear is exposed. “Come on, sweet girl. You need to get ready. We’re going to family dinner at my parents. My mom wants us there at noon, before the animals that are my brothers show up.”

I freeze.

Oh. My. God.

Family dinner. His mom. His brothers.

I can’t do this!

Yes, you can. You already met Roman.

“What?” I whisper. Praying he’s joking.

“Sweetheart, we have to get ready. We don’t have much time.” He doesn’t sound rushed. Or annoyed. Just calm.

“What time is it?”

“It’s ten a.m., so we have a little over an hour before we need to leave.”

“WHAT!” I shriek.

I leap out of bed, and bump into him, sending the coffee flying. I don’t even care. An hour isn’t long enough. I don’t have anything to wear. What the hell am I going to do?

This is bad. So, so bad.

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