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“I’m so sorry?—”
“Shh, Margot. It’s okay. Just tell me—just tell me you want me as badly as I want you.”
“More. I want you more.”
He shudders as he hugs me tighter, his lips pressed to my neck.
“I love you, Rhys,” I whisper. “I love you with everything I have to love you with. It’s not enough?—”
“You are so much more than enough. You’re everything.”
I’m not.
He is.
But if that’s the biggest thing we have to work out—who means more to whom—then maybe, just maybe, this man who was supposed to be only a fling could become everything I’ve ever wanted and needed in this life.
And maybe, just maybe, I can rise to the challenge of being everything he deserves.
Not because I enjoy a challenge.
But because this man—he deserves the very best.
And it will be the privilege of my lifetime to spend every day being that best for him.
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OUR KIND OF HAPPILY EVER AFTER
Rhys
“I’m goingto marry you one day,” I say to Margot as I sink into the soaking tub in the bathroom off her bedroom.
There’s a view of the New York skyline from here.
Could get used to it, even if I’ll miss the mountains.
The triplets and Daphne and Oliver followed us here, and now, after Margot and Oliver gave the triplets initial debriefings about what to say to the press and when meetings with lawyers will happen and what to expect there, and after we’ve all watched some of the online reactions to the leaked news that Margot’s leaving Aurora Gardens because of a private rift with her father, they’ve all departed again.
She strips out of her shirt, and I suddenly forget anything else exists in the world beyond her.
Her and my suddenly aching cock.
“Not if I marry you first,” she says, dropping her pants too. “How’re the bubbles?”
“Lonely. Take your panties off.”
She peels them off slowly, first over one hip, then the other, teasing me before baring her whole pussy.
“I love you for more than how much I love having sex with you,” I tell her while I reach up and unhook her bra.
Her eyes get shiny. “I know,” she whispers.
I pull her closer to the bathtub. “And I’m going to love teaching you every day how lovable you are.”
She lowers herself into the warm water too, straddling my hips and leaning into me. “I don’t ever want to hurt you again.”
“You will. And I’ll hurt you. And we’ll work through it.”
