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But he wasn’t quite ready to let me plunge into the abyss yet. Lifting me off him, he turned me to face his feet and then gentlypushed my head towards this cock as he pulled my hips back and thrust his tongue into me.

“God, Anton, you taste so good,” I moaned as the salty sweetness coated my tongue.

He didn’t respond with words, but the way he held me, the groans of pleasure and moans of encouragement as we worked each other to a frenzy, told me everything I needed to know. This wasn’t just about pleasure—it was about love, about claiming and being claimed in return.

When I finally shattered, his name was a cry on my lips, and he followed me over the edge moments later, his body tensing beneath mine as he let go.

For a long time, neither of us moved, our breaths mingling in the quiet aftermath.

“I love you,” Anton murmured, his voice soft but filled with conviction.

I smiled, pressing a kiss to his chest. “I love you too.”

CHAPTER 28

ANTON

LONDON – A FEW DAYS LATER – DATE NIGHT

Since we got back from Spain, Marcie and I had been inseparable—eating, fucking, and sleeping in a blissful loop. But eventually, reality pulled us apart, and we had to return to work. It was the first time we’d spent more than a few minutes away from each other, and every moment dragged. My thoughts kept drifting back to her, to her laugh, her smirk, the way she filled the spaces in my life I hadn’t even realised were empty.

My stomach churned as I adjusted my cufflinks, the faint tremor in my hands betraying my nerves. I’d done this a hundred times—suited up for meetings, events, negotiations—but tonight was different. This wasn’t about business or socialising; it was about her. About us. This was our first proper date. I’d done countless deals before, but this felt bigger. This felt like laying the foundation for the future I badly wanted. The kind of future I’d thought was out of reach forever until Marcie had taught me to open my heart again.

For what had to be the hundredth time that day, I checked my phone. No cancellations, no last-minute hiccups—everything was exactly as I’d planned. Still, I couldn’t shake the urge to double-check. Marcie wasn’t the kind of woman you impressedwith half-measures. She was an event planner, for fuck’s sake. Details mattered, and I wasn’t about to get this wrong. Not because she’d judge me if I did—Marcie would love anything I put together—but because I wanted to give her a night worthy of her.

She had no idea what I’d planned, and I wasn’t going to spill the surprise—not until the last possible moment. The anticipation buzzed under my skin, making the hours crawl by. My eyes kept darting to the clock, no matter how hard I tried to focus. This wasn’t about grand gestures or flashy displays—it was about showing my Little Miss Sassy just how much she meant to me. After all those months of pushing her away, denying us what we could have been, I owed her this. I owed us this. I’d promised myself that I’d spend the rest of my days making up for the time I’d wasted, and tonight was a start.

After everything we’d endured in Spain, Marcie deserved a night where she didn’t have to worry about anything, especially the shit we’d been through. She deserved a night where the only thing that mattered was the growing love between us.

I shrugged on my jacket, smoothing it down with a quiet sense of satisfaction. My hand brushed against the long, thin box in my pocket, and my lips tugged into a faint smile. I hoped she liked the necklace I got her to match the earrings I’d given her for her birthday. The little life savers she rarely ever took off.

The knock on the door broke me from my thoughts. Nick stuck his head in.

“Oh, sorry, I was looking for the boss. Can’t be you, you’re way too fancy for him,” he said, with a cheeky grin.

“Ha, ha. Very funny. What do you want?” I asked, fixing him with a mock glare.

“Your car’s here, boss. Good to see you at least know how to treat a lady. Thought I’d have to give you pointers on romance,” he said, with a wink.

“Derrick already has,” I told him ironically, earning a chuckle.

“Well, he does love our Marcie,” he replied.

“Less of the ‘our.’ She’s mine,” I fake growled.

“Only because I’m gay,” he taunted, his lips twitching at my scowl.

“Better get going. You don’t want to be late to pick up ‘our’ girl, and I don’t have to tell you to treat her well. Otherwise, you’ll have me and Derrick to answer to,” he said, the faint trace of warning in his voice letting me know that only part of this conversation was a joke.

“Yeah, yeah,” I chuckled, brushing past him.

I had no doubt if I didn’t keep my Little Miss Sassy happy, I’d never hear the end of it from him or his boyfriend. My heart clenched at the thought of how loyal these men were to my woman. As I stepped into the hall, I turned back to him. “I love her,” I told him, all false bravado and pretence gone.

He beamed. “Glad you finally came to your senses, boss. She’s good for you, and frankly, you deserve to be happy—both of you.”

The driver of the limo I’d hired for tonight opened the door, and I slid inside. Settling back into the seat, a grin spread across my face at the thought of seeing her. Just the idea of Marcie, waiting for me, was enough to make my chest tighten with anticipation.

Marcie must have been just as excited to see me. When I knocked on the door of her flat, she threw it open and launched herself into my arms.

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