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She reaches me and her hands immediately go to the lapels on my suit jacket pulling it off my shoulders. “Only one of us needs to be drunk to have drunk sex.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Oh good.” She yanks my tie loose. “Because I think I’m a little drunk.”

“I agree.” I smile down at her reaching for her ass to pull her to me.

“Can I take your shirt off?” she asks even though she’s already unbuttoning it.

“Sweetheart, you can do whatever you want.”

Her hands still on my buttons and she looks up. But instead of saying anything, she surges up on her toes slamming her mouth against mine. Her arms round my neck to hold on and I put one hand in her hair to hold her to me. She thrusts her tongue in my mouth and moans.

With her hands in my hair, she pulls back and her heated eyes roam my face. “You always want me to have what I want. I love that about you.”

My body, working on its own accord, stills, and I feel my fingers tense in her hair and on her ass.

“What?”

She repeats breathily, “I love that about you. I think I love everything about you.”

“You love everything about me?” I barely get out.

“Yes, honey. Everything,” she breathes.

She tries to lift up to kiss me again, but I put both hands to her ass and lift her. She yelps, her legs rounding my waist, and hangs on while I stride to my bedroom with her in my arms. I turn the corner, walk to the side of my bed and put her down. I whip off her tank and then her bra. She hooks her thumbs to the hips of her panties to drag them down her legs. Unbuttoning my shirt, I pull it off while reaching to my nightstand for a condom, tossing it on the bed.

“You don’t know how bad I wanted to take you in the kitchen, gem. I can’t wait to get rid of these things,” I mutter.

“Tony—” she starts.

But I interrupt her by cradling her face in my hands and demand, “You love me?”

She doesn’t answer but she blinks slowly. I feel her take a breath but she still doesn’t say anything.

“Do you love me, Leigh?” I press.

“How could I not love you?”

“Gem.” My voice dips and my fingers tensing in her scalp. “Do you love me?”

She exhales finally admits, “Yes. Yes, I love you.”

Chapter 18 – You Love Me

Leigh

I think my heart might beat out of my chest. He’s looking at me while still cupping my face in his hands perfectly, just like he always is with me. Perfect.

“You love me,” he repeats, his voice rough and husky.

I pull my hands up to his forearms to hold on tight. “Yes.”

His eyes sweep my face before narrowing a bit as he tips his head. “How drunk are you?”

“Well,” I start, because I am drunk but not too drunk that I’m saying anything I don’t mean or feel. I’ve known I love Tony for so long now but never had the courage to tell him. I step closer and press my bare body up against his bare chest, also loving the feel of him against my skin and go on to evaluate my drunkenness. “Kind of medium to medium-high drunk. But I mean it. I’m not too drunk that I’m saying things I don’t mean, I think I’m just drunk enough to finally say things I do mean. Do you know what I mean?”

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