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Both dimples peek out at last, and any hope I had of standing firm crumbles like wet sand. He pulls me down a little lower, so close the heat of his lips buzzes against mine.

“Seth,” he breathes against my mouth, “I love you, and I don’t give a fuck who knows. I don’t care if they post it on social media. I don’t care if they print it in every headline. I don’t care if they camp outside my apartment for the rest of my life. I’m not losing you for the press or the fans or the whole God damn world. You think I’m some high and mighty prince who’s too good for you? Then I’ll strip off my crown and put it on your head instead. You’re all I want, and it’s going to take a hell of a lot more than a bunch of vultures to stop me.”

My hands go to his waist, partially because I feel like I’m falling, crashing down from some unfathomable height.

“Jacob, I’m nothing compared to you. I’m just a bodyguard.”

“You’re everything.”

“That can’t possibly be true.”

He pulls away a little, and what blazes in his eyes is the sort of stuff that has forged every king and conqueror in history. That look is hard as steel, sharp as a blade, gleaming with the light of some divine mandate.

And it’s focused entirely on me.

Stronger men than me have crumbled before that look, so I feel no shame when I sink onto one knee before him, still holding him by the waist. Jacob’s hand goes from my shirt to my hair, like he’s a king about to bestow a knighthood.

“I’m sorry,” I say. “I … I was afraid. This is too much. I was supposed to work for you. Feeling like this, how could I possibly be objective?”

“I don’t need you to be objective. I just need you to be mine.”

“I am,” I say, and it feels like a truth that’s been waiting far too long to escape. “I’m yours, body and soul. Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it. I’ll do anything.”

“Get up and take me to bed,” Jacob says. “Forget about the rest of the world and stay with me. Give meyou, Seth. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

I respond like I’ve waited my entire life for this one order.

When I rise from my knee, I leave all my armor behind.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Jacob

I’M OFF MY FEET before Seth fully rises to his own. He scoops me up as he stands, and I throw my arms around his neck. We kiss as he carries me to his bed, his muscular arms flexing under me.

I would never let him go if he were carrying me anywhere else, but when he lowers me onto the bed, I let myself fall, sprawling out on his sheets while he props himself up over me. I expect him to keep touching me, but he pauses, staring at me for a moment with an expression that deserves every song lyric I’ve ever written. When he shakes his head, I can almost hear the doubts rattling around inside it, the little voice telling him he’s somehow not worthy of a manbeggingfor his attention.

I grab his shirt, unwilling to let him get in his head again. I’ve said all I need to say, so I yank him down without a word, slamming our lips together and spreading my legs around him. The weight of his body presses me into the mattress, and his big hands paw at my shirt as we make out. I jab my tongue into his mouth, licking at everything I can reach until we’re gasping at each other more than kissing. When his fingers find bare skin, I moan into his mouth, pressing my body up at him, shamelessly seeking him out.

I use a hand in his hair to pull him away so I can see the bright glaze in his eyes and the blush on his parted lips.

“Need you inside me,” I say. “Like this. I want to see you.”

I don’t want to stop looking at him. I don’t want to miss a single kiss. I’ve already missed plenty.

“Okay,” Seth says after a moment, “but I’m not rushing this, not with you. In the past, I … I’ve been told…”

“That you’re big? Too big?”

I’ve seen his cock, touched it, tasted it. I knew exactly what I was getting into well before I showed up here today.

Seth clears his throat self-consciously. I grab his hair tighter, demanding his attention.

“Was I not clear?” I say. “Split me open. I want all of you. I can take it.”

His pupils blow out at my demand.

“You’re terrifying,” he says.