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“No, Lo. It’s my heart. I know it’s safe in your hands.”

Her eyes soften at my confession, but I don’t want her to say anything she isn’t ready for, so I close the distance and kiss my girl.

She not only smells like a vanilla cookie—literally, does she get her perfume from Sprinkles?—but she tastes like one, too. I groan and bend down to grab the back of her thighs and pick her up, intending to set her on the kitchen island, but she shakes her head when I start to put her down.

“Take me to your bed, Ryan.” Her voice is husky, and I about finish in my damn pants at her command, especially as she nips on my lip to accentuate her demand.

“Yes, ma’am.” I don’t need to be told twice. I lift her back up and turn to walk across the open-concept living space toward the primary suite. I barely set her on my bed, and she’s already tugging her shirt up and over her head, tossing it to the floor. Harlow may be short, but she has curves for days and is now showing me my new favorite sight as she frees her tits from a dark purple bra.

The only reason I’m not on top of her yet is because I’m pulling off my own pants and yanking my shirt off as fast as possible. I leave my boxers on as I climb on the bed and take her mouth.

She giggles, that sweet innocent giggle, like she’s not some minx that I will gladly serve on my knees for the rest of my days. “Ryan! Ryan, I wasn’t done. I still have my jeans on.”

“Illegal. Foul play. Immediate removal required,” I say between kisses along her neck and collarbone. I help her unfasten her jeans, and she tugs them down, pulling her underwear off with them.

I run my hand up along her jaw until I’m cradling her face in my hands. “You are magnificent, Harlow. Do you know that?”

Tears well in her eyes, but I know they aren’t sad tears. She’s so controlled in so many areas of her life—between the environment she grew up in and the demands of her professional career she has to be. But I don’t want her to be controlled and composed in my bed.

No, I want Harlow wild and undone.

It’s only fair. It’s the exact same thing she does to me.

She makes me feel things to depths I didn’t know I was capable of feeling. I would do anything for this woman if it meant making her happy.

She wants a pony? I’ll have a barn built.

She needs something? Consider it handled.

She wants to go somewhere? I’ll book the tickets.

The only thing I want in return is her heart, and it feels entirely fair to expect because she already has mine.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

I might actually combust with lust for this man.

I know it’s not physically possible, but my very competent, logical brain is only focused on getting this man closer to me, in any and every possible way.

“Ryan, I need you,” I shamelessly admit.

“You have me, Lo, I promise.” His sweet confession is not where my vagina is focused right now. I reach between us and slide his boxers down to free him.

“No, I mean, yes, I know, but I need you,” I confess.

Realization dawns on his face, and he swiftly reaches over to his nightstand, pulling out a condom and ripping the foil with his teeth as he quickly slides his boxers the rest of the way down with his other hand. After putting on the condom, he pauses as he positions himself at my entrance. “Are you sure? I had other plans first,” he admits.

I nod, appreciating the intent. “I love plans. Let’s go through each and every one all weekend, but right now, my plans are a pure need. I’ve … I’ve never been consumed by an ache like this, Ryan.”

He leans down and captures my mouth. I open to him fully as I drop my knees to widen his access, and he slowly—cautiously—enters. He knows I don’t have a lot of experience, and I focus on my breathing to relax and let him in.

Ryan peppers kisses along my neck and collarbone as I adjust to his size, before resting his forehead against mine. “You’re absolutely perfect, Lo.” He pulls back before entering and repeating the move with a swivel of his hips. “Now that you’re mine, I’m not sure I can let you go.”

“Good. I’m playing for keeps, anyway,” I admit, as I lean up and push him a little, so he flips us over and I’m on top. “I’m close, Ryan.”

“I know, baby, reach for it and take what’s yours.”

I lean down and kiss him deeply, before pulling back just enough to whisper against his lips. “Mine.”