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“What…what is this?” I was almost scared to ask. “What are we doing?”

“You didn’t study biology in high school?”

“I mean between us. What’s happening between us?”

If this was a one-night—one-afternoon—stand, it might just ruin me.

“What’s happening? Everything. This is the start.” He feathered soft kisses along my jaw. “I wanted you from the moment I saw you.”

“You did?”

“I dropped my wallet under your chair on purpose.”

What? I leaned back to look at him, but his gaze was unrepentant.

“Why? Why would you do that?”

“So you’d bring it back.”

“You’re such an asshole.”

“Guilty as charged. But now I’m your asshole, so you’d better get used to it.”

CHAPTER 10

LAUREN

Mine. Cristian Garza was mine. And I was his, not that he was giving me a choice in the matter. This wasn’t some stupid rebound fling; this was real. Cristian was the man I should have been with all along. In the beginning of my three-month mistake with Theo, I’d over-analysed everything, made plans and contingencies. And excuses. I realised now that I’d been trying to shoehorn us both into my idea of what a relationship should be like. Stage one, attraction. Stage two, awkwardness. Stage three, lust. Stage four, reality. Stage five, commitment. Stage six, intimacy. Stage seven, engagement, marriage, kids. But now I realised how wrong I’d been. Life wasn’t a magazine article. When you met your soulmate, things just flowed, unstoppable like a river, and probably with the occasional stretch of rapids to navigate. But there’d be smooth sections too, lazy days spent floating in the sunshine.

Cristian was my river.

And now he opened another desk drawer and pulled out an economy-sized package of condoms. Why were those in there? Did he bring women up here often? The box was sealed, but—

“I bought them for you,” he said before I could go any farther down that rabbit hole. “Going bare is your decision to make, not mine.”

As decisions went, it wasn’t a hard one. I glanced at the tent in his shorts. Okay, poor phrasing. Cristian was definitely hard. As hard as freaking granite.

“I take birth control pills, but I’ve never had sex without a condom.” Even with Theo. Deep down, my subconscious must have known he wasn’t The One, even if my brain had taken a while to catch up. “I want to feel every part of you.”

Cristian scrolled through his phone and passed it to me. Test results. He was clean.

“I haven’t been with anyone since I got those. I don’t make a habit of this.”

The letter was dated three months ago.

“I’m yours,” I whispered.

That was all the instruction he needed. A moment later, we were in his shower, a spacious, two-person stall with polished stone walls, black-and-white marble in a checkerboard pattern. Definitely a step up from Mr. Hotly’s plastic box.

Your move, King.

The tile felt cool against my back as Cristian lifted me effortlessly and held me in place, his strong hands under my thighs. Somewhere along the way, he’d lost the shorts, and as he lowered me gently, I guided his thick cock inside me where it belonged. He stretched me, filled me, made me gasp as he settled me into place.

“Okay?”

I nodded, and he pinned me with his hips as he ran a thumb over my bottom lip, freeing it from my teeth.

“This is just so…so big.”

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