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He lifts the cloth up for me to see a few red-tinged streaks.

I wince. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I like it.”

“You like me bleeding on you?”

“I like the fact that my cock has been the only one inside you and that’s the evidence. So, yeah, it’s hot.”

My cheeks heat but my stomach flutters because secretly I like that he’s into it. He pulls on his boxer-briefs and picks out one of his t-shirts for me to wear.

“You hungry?” he asks, as I pull the shirt over my head.

“No, I ordered the entire room service menu at the hotel.” My lips twitch. “Just a heads up for when you get that bill.”

Like I knew he would, Rhys doesn’t even flinch.

“That’s my girl.” He shoots me a lazy grin before dropping his lips to my forehead. “Let’s get ready for bed.”

I follow him into the bathroom where I find my toothbrush still in the cup next to his.

While we brush in silence, the dopamine starts to dissipate and my overthinking brain takes over.

We hadn’t talked about what would happen after tonight. What it means that we have feelings for each other and what we plan to do about it.

Will we go back to being fake engaged until after the foundation board votes? Then, what?

I tell my brain to quiet. For once, I don’t want to think about every detail. I want to be in the moment. Not worry about thewhat ifs.

Tonight was a big night. There’s no need to pile on with a discussion about the future.

I glance over at Rhys, who’s gloriously shirtless and adorably foaming at the mouth.

He winks at me.

That’s what I tell myself, but I wonder if I’ll be able to follow through with it.

CHAPTER 53

Rhys

Watching my bare cock move inside Lettie’s pussy has altered my brain chemistry. I’ll never be the same after tonight and that’s fine with me.

I glance over at Lettie brushing her teeth. Her hair is a mess and she’s wearing my shirt. She’s stunning.

Her eyes meet mine and I give her a wink. She smiles around her toothbrush.

She’smine. It’s the same primal urge I felt when I saw the streaks of blood on my cock from being inside her.

My eyes drop to her engagement ring.

It’s a symbol of the arrangement we had before tonight, but it doesn’t work for me anymore. While our fake relationship status is still necessary, out of the public eye, I want to do things right with her. I’ve got to ask my fiancée if she’ll date me.

I drop my toothbrush back in the cup and turn to Lettie.

“Lettie, will you go out on a date with me?” I ask.

“Um, I didn’t think there was anything planned until the foundation dinner next week.”

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