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He’s my whole world. I’m my happiest when I’m with him. I count the minutes when we’re apart. I only feel safe with him nearby. He brings me joy. Real joy.

The sound of his chair scraping back jolts me. He must misread my silence as rejection. His chair crashes behind him as he shoots to his feet.

Is he leaving?

I open my mouth to stop him, but instead of walking away, he circles the table, pulls my chair out to face him, and drops to his knees.

He cups my face, his palms warm on my cheeks. He leans in until we’re only a breath apart.

“Damn it, Margot! I love you. With everything I am, I love you. I’ve known for so long, but I held back because I didn’t want to scare you. But all that did was give you room to doubt us. So, no more holding back. I love you. And you’re going to get every ounce of that love whether you want it or not. Youmay not love me yet, but I’ll earn it. And once I have it, I’ll work every damn day to deserve it. Do you understand, sweet girl? I love you.”

His voice shifts from stormy to soft, from desperate to devoted.

And just like that, I know.

With every fiber of my being, I know.

“I love you too, Matty.”

Chapter 66

Matthias

“What?” It’s barely audible. I whisper it, afraid that if I’m too loud, she’ll vanish. That I’ll wake up, and this moment will be gone.

“I love you,” she repeats, and I swear I hear it in her voice.

“Please don’t say it if you don’t mean it, sweetheart. There’s no rush. I will earn your love,” I manage to say, even as I silently beg her not to take it back.

“Matthias Montclair, I love you. I love the way–”

She doesn’t get any further, because I can’t hold myself back. I pull her in and kiss her. It’s hard, deep, and unrelenting.

I kiss her like a man possessed, like I’ve never kissed before. It’s love and desperation and need. Raw and wordless. There’s no space between us now. There never will be again.

I lift her out of her seat and place her on the table. One hand cups the back of her head, anchoring her to me. The other presses into her spine, molding her body to mine.

She pulls back, her eyes locking with mine.

“I love you, Matty.”

I groan.

Then she yanks me forward by my hair, pulling me right back in.

My cock hardens impossibly so. Beyond hard. Forget a two-by-four, I could split a diamond right now. She grinds against me, and I groan, deep and guttural.

I trail kisses down her throat, behind her ear, across her chest. Biting. Marking. Worshipping. Whispering my love against her skin with every kiss.

Her moans harmonize with the soft music in the background.

“Matty, fuck me,” she breathes.

“Sweetheart, I need to get you ready.” I whisper, apologetically.

“No, baby. I am ready.”

I tug her yoga pants down, letting them bunch around her ankles. Her panties stay up. I don’t even have the patience to take them off. I shove them to the side and slide my fingers over her soaked slit. She’s dripping, ready and needy for me.

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