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It’s been so convenient to live so close to Adam, and I love being able to get to his place in a few minutes. Soon, it will take me close to an hour and it’s going to suck making that commute, let alone in the middle of the night.

I’m sure he’d send me home in a car and I wouldn’t be taking the subway, but that’s not the point. At 2 am, I want to be in bed with – or at least close to – the man I love, not in the backseat of a car with my body still deliciously achy from having him inside me.

He scrubs a hand over his face. “You’re killing me, princess. Fine. But only if you keep the door of the guest room locked. I’m serious. And stop rolling your eyes at me. I’m trying to keep you safe, and I don’t know exactly what happens at night.”

“It will stay locked.”

But Adam is going to learn that he doesn’t make all the rules.

Chapter 24

Adam

IneverthoughtthatI wanted a girlfriend, let alone one over a decade younger than me, but now that Belle and Buster have forced their beautiful chaos into my life, I can’t picture living without them.

My princess goes toe-to-toe with me, and I love it.

She’s also going out of her way to fit what she wants into the confines of what makes me comfortable. As much as I don’t want to leave the house, I also don’t want to disappoint her when she’s already giving up so much for me.

That’s why we’re in the back of the limo, set to arrive at Aldo Sohm in moments.

“Are you okay?” she whispers.

“I want to give you what you need.”

“I know you do, and I won’t push too hard. I want both of us to be happy.”

“When I’m with you, it’s the only time I am happy.”

She rests her head on my shoulder, and I hold her close, basking in the simple pleasure of just being with her. I’d be content to live in a private bubble with this woman forever, but she keeps forcing me out of it.

I resist every instinct that screams at me to keep my head lowered when I get out of the limo. Having a girl as beautiful as Belle on my arm warrants making eye contact with the world.

I open the door for her, and she steps out revealing a formfitting red dress that’s way too short for her to be in public wearing. The swell of her ass and rise and fall of her perfect breasts are on full display, and she’s going to be lucky if I don’t fuck her before we get home – just because I can.

She immediately takes my hand and leans into me, looking up into my eyes like I hung the moon.

If only what she thought about me was actually true.

She’s completely oblivious to the rapt male attention watching her walk, and I bypass the line outside the establishment, leading her straight into the wine bar.

“You’ve been here before?” she asks.

I nod. “My friend owns it.”

“Of course, he does. You or someone you know owns this entire city.”

I shrug. “Basically.”

Aldo Sohm is a quirky bar with wooden shelves full of random trinkets lining the walls. There’s also colorful abstract art that looks like a child created it, yet probably cost a fortune.

I’m especially grateful for the gigantic selection of colorful bottles lit up by strategically placed hanging lights offering some liquid courage.

And yes – it’s dark, the main reason I agreed to come.

The center of the place is where you go when you want to be seen. It’s the most well-lit space and filled with low grey couches adorned with jewel-toned pillows. I guide Belle toward a quiet – and especially dark – table at the back, and she doesn’t complain.

I pull her chair out and then sit across from her. The way that she looks at me – like I’m the sexiest guy she’s ever seen, like she wants to do absolutely filthy things to me, and, most importantly, like she loves me more than anything – almost makes me forget that I’m not whole.

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