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“Don’t pull away yet,” I whisper. “I want to memorize what you feel like on top of me.”

He pushes his arms beneath me and holds me so tight it borders on painful.

“Mine.” The word is nothing more than a rumble of thunder.

I bury my face against his neck. “Yours.”

Chapter 39

Franco

I might not have gotten much sleep, but I feel more rested than I have in a long time.

Where there was a hollow emptiness in my chest, it’s now brimming with love and happiness.

Samantha is imprinted in every fiber of my being.

When I walk out of the closet, dressed in a suit, I find my woman sitting on the edge of the bed and staring at her bare legs.

She glances up, and a smile tugs at her mouth as she takes in my suit. “You look handsome.”

I grip her chin between my pointer finger and thumb, and nudging her face up, I press a kiss to her lips. “Thank you, baby.”

When I pull away, she pouts at me. “Feed me. I’m hungry.”

I glance at my dress shirt she’s wearing, and the thought of my men seeing her like this fills me with jealousy.

But I can’t keep her locked in my room. We need to get some clothes from her apartment.

I stalk back into my closet and finding a pair of sweatpants, I take them to her.

“Stand up,” I order as I go down on one knee.

She obeys and places her hand on my shoulder to keep her balance as I pull the sweatpants up her legs. I tighten the drawstring so they stay up.

Looking at the shirt, I fasten the top four buttons so she’s completely covered.

Still not happy, I mutter, “That will have to do until we get clothes from your apartment.”

“Why are you grumpy?” she asks.

“You look way too fucking sexy in my clothes.”

Her eyebrow lifts. “Why is that a problem?”

I narrow my eyes on her. “Because I don’t want anyone seeing you like this. Especially not my men.”

A mischievous light fills her eyes. “Look who’s the jealous one now.”

“Damn right, I’m jealous,” I grumble. Wrapping my arm around her, I yank her against my body. “You’re mine, and mine alone.”

Samantha pushes away from me and walks to the door. “No sex. I’m starving.”

“Who said anything about sex?” I mutter as I follow her out of the bedroom.

“If you keep talking to me like that and looking like a sex god, it’s going to make me strip you out of that suit.”

I catch up to her before she can reach the stairs, and grabbing hold of her arm, I pull her back against my chest. Leaning down until I reach her ear, I murmur, “What will you do once you have me out of the suit?”

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