Page 13 of Ruthless In A Suit

He pulls back slightly so that he can gaze into my eyes. “I love you too, Cadence. I really do. And I never want you to doubt that, no matter what. Not ever.” There’s a seriousness in his words that envelops every part of me.

He really means it.

“I don’t,” I say, pressing up against him. I feel his cock hard inside his jeans, a sensation that makes me get wet immediately. If we weren’t standing on the sidewalk in front of my childhood home, I’d have him naked in seconds, my hand wrapped around the length of him.

Levi drops his hands to my hips and pulls me close, grinding into me. “We have got to set a date,” he growls, and I know he’s thinking about what I’ve been thinking about since the Cape. I want to feel him inside me. I want him to feel me. I want us to come together, gazing into each other’s eyes.

I want to give him all of me.

“We could head to the courthouse,” I say huskily into his ear. “Or find someone who’s been ordained online. Those people area dime a dozen. We could get married on the T.”

Levi shakes his head, pulling back slightly. “I don’t want a Julia and Logan-style festival, but I want to marry you for real. We’re not getting married in jeans, that’s for damn sure.” He plants another kiss on my lips. “It’s killing me, but I can wait for you. I’ll wait forever for you if I have to.”

I reach down and place my palm over the length of him, giving him a squeeze that causes him to hiss in a breath.

“That’s very sweet, Levi,” I say with a wicked grin. “But I can’t wait forever.”

A wide smile spreads across Levi’s face. “Move in with me. That’ll make planning easier. We can get this thing done, and then I can fuck you ten ways from Sunday like I’ve wanted to since I met you.”

Hearing him say it makes my knees turn to jelly. Just imagining him sliding into me, all nine inches of him, as he whispers the things he said at dinner in my ear, nearly brings me to orgasm right there on the street.

LEVI

“This is seriouslyall of your stuff?” I ask as I bring the third box, marked “Art Supplies” into my home—our home now—and set it on the wood floor in the foyer.

“That’s the last of it,” she replies, wheeling in a suitcase behind her.

Three boxes and two suitcases.

That’s all she comes with.

I didn’t know it was possible for a woman to take a vacation with that little luggage, much less move all her earthly possessions.

She shrugs. “What can I say? I travel light.”

“You can say that again,” I reply, leaning in for a kiss.

Every time I kiss those plump lips, I still get hard, like a fucking teenager. I’m not sure if it’s because we’re waiting to have sex or if it’s just her—but she makes me hornier than any woman I’ve ever been with.

And lately, more and more, I’m starting to forget that I’m playing a role.

More and more it feels like the role has become who I truly am, and that who I was prior to meeting Cadence was the act.

“I still feel weird living here,” she says, her eyes sweeping over the foyer as if for the first time. She’s spent basically every night since we got home from the Cape here. It’s the house I grew up in, a limestone townhouse in Back Bay, built at the turn of the century. The place is probably worth well over ten million at this point, and I’d be happy to sell it, but it belongs to my father.

And it will, until my father dies and it belongs to her.

Once again, I feel a pit in my stomach as I realize I still haven’t told her. And after speaking with the doctors at Mass General yesterday, I know the big reveal is drawing closer by the day.

Dad’s health has been declining, though he’s still holding on. And while before that was a nuisance to me, now I’m glad he’s prolonging the inevitable.

I’m not ready to tell her.

Because at this point, I’m not entirely sure if she’s ever going to forgive me. In fact, knowing her as I do, it’s going to be an uphill battle to reclaim her trust, a battle I’m ready to fight, if she’ll let me. But she might not, and I’m not ready to lose her.

“What’s mine is yours,” I say, barely croaking out the answer, the truth of it feeling sinister in my mouth. “But we could live somewhere else. If you want to look for a place.”

“We’ll see,” she says. “I’d hate to kick you out of your childhood home.”