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I know what she's asking for, and I'm more than happy to oblige.

We move together, our bodies in perfect sync. The pleasure builds between us, intensifying with each thrust. Becca clutches at me, her fingernails digging into my back. I bury my face in her neck, breathing in her scent.

She shudders against me, crying out my name. I follow soon after, burying myself deep inside her.

We lie tangled together, sweat cooling on our skin. My heart swells with love for this woman—and a fierce possessiveness blooms inside me. Becca is mine now, in body and soul, and I won't let anyone take her from me.

I kiss her softly, a promise and a claim all at once. Becca smiles up at me, her eyes shining with love and satisfaction.

"I'm yours," she whispers, echoing my thoughts. "Always."

"And I'm yours," I reply, sealing my words with another kiss.

I nuzzle into Becca's neck, breathing in her scent. Her warmth seeps into my skin, lulling me into a peaceful slumber.

As I hover in that place between wakefulness and dreams, I feel Becca's fingers stroking through my hair. Her touch is soothing, grounding me in the present moment.

Becca places a soft kiss on my brow before settling against me with a contented sigh.

My arms tighten around her, holding her close as sleep claims us both.

In my dreams, it's just the two of us in a world of our own making. There are no barriers here, no forces trying to tear us apart.

We are free to love each other without restraint, and when I wake, that love will still remain.

Endless and eternal, like the tides.

My last thought before sleep completely overtakes me is of Becca's smile and the promise of forever in her eyes.

Mine.

CHAPTEREIGHT

Becca

I pushthrough the heavy glass doors, my muscles pleasantly sore from the workout. Ben walks beside me, mid-story about his weekend camping trip. I nod along, only half listening as I take deep breaths of the cool night air.

That's when I see him.Jack. My heat skips a beat at the sight of him. He's leaning against the brick wall of the gym, arms crossed over his chest. His piercing blue eyes fix on me and narrow ever so slightly as he notices Ben.

My steps falter for just a moment before I regain my composure. I smile, but then unease coils in my gut when Jack doesn't return my smile. Instead, his hard gaze is on Ben.

"Hey, Jack. What are you doing here?" I curse myself for the catch in my voice.

Jack pushes off from the wall, closing the distance between us in a few long strides.

"Yeah, thought I'd pick you up after your workout. Who's your friend?" His voice has an edge to it that raises the hairs on the back of my neck.

Ben extends his hand, oblivious. “Ben. And you are?"

Jack doesn't take it. His jaw tightens as he keeps his gaze locked on me.

"I'm her boyfriend, and I don't like how often I see you walking out of the gym with her. She's taken. Got it?"

The word “boyfriend” sends a thrill through me, but then the rest of what Jack said finally settles.

Wait...this is the first time Jack has picked me up after my workout. How could have seen me with Ben before?

Unease blooms into panic, cold and paralyzing. No. It can't be. But somehow I know.

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