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“I do have plans.” He scans the exterior of the house again. “None of them include selling.”

I don’t press for more because he’ll tell me when the time is right. All I can hope for is that his plan for this house somehow includes us.

Us.I could definitely get used to that.

CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN

Reid

I cupher beautiful ass in my hands so I can tilt her up ever so slightly. It’s just enough that my cock slips even deeper inside of her. I can’t contain the growl that falls from my lips. Hell, I don’t even try to silence myself because I want Evie to know what she does to me. I need her to know I’m lost to her in every possible way.

“God, you’re so big,” she murmurs.

I laugh against her lips before I kiss her. “You love it.”

“So much,” she drawls, her breath hitching as I plunge into her again. “I love you.”

The words hit differently like this, with us so connected in the physical sense. I swear I can feel my heart opening up as I make love to her. I manage to express what I’m feeling, too, but it’s all wrapped in a groan. “I fucking love you.”

Her nails dig into my shoulders with each thrust. I can tell she’s closing in on her climax. Her breathing has shifted. The moans filling my bedroom are louder. It fucking drives me mad,so I let out a roar, lean back, and take her hard until she comes around me.

I slow my pace to give her a second to recover, but my beauty doesn’t want that. She wants more. A soft whimper leaves her. “Again.”

I want to laugh at how greedy she is, but I’m intent on giving her everything she wants, so I pump harder. She’ll get her second orgasm before I finally come.

“Reid!” she cries out, her voice etching into my memory.

Hearing her call my name is my undoing. I lose all control. I circle her nipple with my lips and bite it, desperate for her to climax again. Her scream punctuates the moment her pussy tightens around my dick. She comes apart with a series of sweet noises falling from her lips.

I pump again and then again before I shudder and fall over the edge.

An hour later,I’m finally recovered enough to slip out of bed. Evangeline is still asleep even though it’s late afternoon. We wore each other out, and not just with the intense fuck. What happened back at the house in Queens was emotionally exhausting for me. I suspect it took a lot out of the woman I love, too.

I could see the compassion on her face when I told her about the depth of the loss I’ve suffered in my life. I’m not the only person walking this earth who has dealt with grief beginning at a young age. I’ve learned how to shoulder it so I can look at pictures of my parents and my grandma and smile at what was. Buzzy’s death was the hardest because so much went unspoken.

I go to the walk-in closet to grab a pair of sweatpants. I need water and food. For the first time since I saw Evie at Charlotte’s the other night, I’m hungry.

I find the sweatpants and slip them on. I’m on my way out of the closet when the wooden watch box catches my eye.

I pick it up. The weight of it is a reminder of how valuable each watch it holds is.

“You never told me why you love watches so much.”

Evie’s voice turns me around. She somehow slipped out of bed right after me without me hearing it. I’ve always been a great listener. I believe it stemmed from my childhood when Melody would wake up at night. I was the first in the house to hear her whimpers, so I’d sprint to her bedroom to comfort her. I’d read her a story, or sing her a nursery rhyme. I’d do anything to chase her sorrow away. I still would.

Evie brushes past me. “I need a shirt.”

“No, you don’t,” I say, unable to tear my gaze from her nude body.

She pulls on the sleeve of one of my blue button-down shirts. Seconds later, she’s buttoning two buttons to cover her breasts. “The watches, Reid. Most men have one or two. You have thirty-five.”

I motion for her to sit on a narrow black bench that the interior designer had built so I’d have a place to tie my shoes each morning.

She tugs on the bottom hem of the shirt to cover her pussy as she sits. I’m so fucking tempted to drop to my knees, part her legs, and eat her until she begs me to stop, but I can’t. Not now. I need her to know the man she’s fallen for. I need her to know me.

She looks up at me. Her face is bare of makeup. Her lips are swollen from my kisses, but it’s her eyes that I can’t look away from. They’re stuck to my face, scanning it for clues. “Do you love watches because Moses Winston did?”

I close my eyes to not only escape the vulnerability I feel but to ready myself for what’s to come. I have to tell this beautiful woman how I failed the most important man I’ve ever known.

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