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“I am.” He set his phone on the nightstand. “I think Jessa was right, though. There’s something missing.” He swallowed. “I didn’t understand what she meant until I met you.”

“And you say you’re not charming.” He might not mean to be, but he’d sure charmed the pants off of her. “I like you, Beau Gentry.” She ran her fingers through the fine black hairs on his chest. “And I’m gonna show you how much.” She slid her hand lower until she gripped his cock.

Watching her, he sucked in a breath, his eyelids lowering to half-mast.

She kissed a path down his torso, caressing him until he went rock hard. When she landed between his legs, she swirled her tongue around the head. Everything about him was big and strong and so essentially masculine that lust crashed through her.

He cupped the back of her head as if she might pull away. Oh, hell, no. His response to her—the groans, the tight thrusts of his hips…made her thighs slippery.

Still, she could tell he was holding back, and she was done with him being careful. She released her grip on him. “We’ve been honest and real with each other from the moment we met. In a few hours, you’ll be gone. This is all we have. I want all of you, Beau. Can you give that to me?”

“You might not like all of me, and I don’t want to ruin this.”

“I’m not precious. I have a voice. If I don’t like something, I’ll let you know. Just…be your whole self, okay?”

“You want all of me? Here you go.” With a growl, he rammed his cock into her mouth. As his hips rocked, he studied her reaction, and while it was way more aggressive than anything she was used to, she loved the feral look in his eyes, loved the way he fisted her hair.

Loved the way she undid him.

It was exciting. Thrilling. Empowering.

Gripping his ass, she took him all the way down to the root.

“Fuck, Margot. Fuck. Yeah. Take it.”

His tone went from careful to rough as he fucked her mouth. This side of him turned her all the way on. She sucked him hard, dug her fingers into his tight ass, and let him thrust as deeply into her throat as he could go.

“Jesus. Fuck.” His cock grew thicker, the vein under her tongue swelled, and then he was coming. His hand held her firmly against him, and he pumped in hard and powerful strokes. She had no choice but to swallow every last drop.

And when he pulled out, he caressed her cheek. “You.” He closed his eyes. “Are.” Elbow cocked, he rested his forearm across his forehead. “Everything.”

Chapter Nine

Too often, Margot woke up with a stab of fear. The moment she opened her eyes, she’d find herself in a full-blown anxiety attack and then spend the next five minutes doing deep breathing.

Inhale for a count of seven.

Hold for four.

Exhale for one…two…three…four…five…six…seven.

When she finished, she’d remind herself about her ever-growing business, her healthy body and strong mind, and her ability to provide for herself. She’d picture her children, both of them living their best lives. And then, her heart would fill with gratitude for Aunt Lucy, the only person in the world she could count on.

This morning, though, she woke up sore. In places that made no sense.

Also, she felt…good. Happy.

She stretched her body out, toes curling, arms over her head, and felt the soft cotton sheets against her body—whoa.

I’m naked.

And then, it hit her.

Beau.

A sizzle ran down her spine as she remembered her glorious night. Her biggest fear about dating was exposing her body to a man who might be used to younger women. Or at least accustomed to the bodies he saw on social media.

But last night, instead of being self-conscious, she’d felt totally free and uninhibited.

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