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I knew what he saw—the aftermath of me fighting Billy. I didn’t have vivid memories of the actual fight or what my houselooked like as a result of Billy dragging me out but, boy, I could imagine.

“I don’t want to live there,” I admitted. “I don’t know if I even want to go back there to pack my stuff.”

“Then you won’t ever go back there.”

Of course that was his answer.

Smith would take care of it, and in doing so, take care of me.

“I told you I didn’t intend to stay in this place long. I want a backyard big enough I can build an outdoor kitchen and have a firepit. I want a dining room big enough to fit a huge table, and living room big enough that when everyone’s over, they’re comfortable. That’s it, that’s all I want, the rest is up to you.”

The rest was up to me.

“We’re moving in together?”

“Yes.”

“Were you going to ask me?”

“Nope.”

Bossy Smith was back in the building.

“What if I didn’t want to move in with you?”

“Then I’d move in with you.”

I couldn’t stop my lips from twitching. Which meant the jig was up, he knew I was giving him shit.

“Find a place for us to live, baby.”

I could totally do that.

“I love you,” I whispered, testing out the words for the first time.

Smith stood, maneuvered around the table, gently cupped my jaw to tilt my head back. When he had my eyes he told me, “Never forget the day I met you. I’ll never forget how I felt the first time I held you. Both are burned into my heart. But this, you giving me you, giving me your love, that’s branded on my soul.” He bent, brushed his lips on mine, then gave me the same gift

“I love you, Aria.”

Only mine was better because I heard and felt him say the words against my lips.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

“Aria,” I groaned my warning.

My girl didn’t heed my warning. She never did. As was her way, Aria did whatever the hell she wanted to.

“You got two seconds to find it, baby.”

On a downward glide she moaned. On a slow pull up, her pussy clenched. My hands stayed on her hips where she’d asked me to keep them.

This was her show, and fuck, it was a good one. But she was killing me.

Pure torture watching her tits bounce while she rode my cock without being able to touch her, keeping my hands where she told me to instead of toying with her clit or feeling her up. But she wasn’t bouncing now. She was giving me a slow ride that had me riding the edge.

Magnificent.

Pure torture.

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