Page 33 of It Must Be Fate

His hand clamps over my mouth, but his head stays next to mine, his lips pressed hotly against my ear.

“Don’t say another man’s name when I’m inside you.” He nips my lobe again. “In fact don’t say it at all.”

I giggle and Tristan’s arms tighten around me.

“Goodnight,” he mutters.

“You’re really going to stay…inside me?”

“Yes.”

I wiggle under him. “I don’t think I can sleep like this.”

His hands move under my hips and then he’s lifting me and rolling us both until he’s on his back. I come to rest on his chest, with his cock still firmly inside me and his arms now wrapped tightly around my lower back.

“How about now?”

I set my head down, slotting my face into the curve of his throat and snuggling in close until I can hear his heartbeat.

“Perfect,” I say with a happy sigh.

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Six years after graduation

Chapter Ten

Bellamy

I stare at my husband across the breakfast table. Rogue is dressed in a white button-down shirt and slacks, the picture of corporate excellence even though it’s the weekend. Even though the civilized exterior masks an unhinged interior.

It’s one I’ve loved since I was eighteen years old, one that I can’t seem to get enough of. You’d think almost seven years into our relationship and just over a year into our marriage that the obsession would have somewhat cool.

Well, I’m thrilled to report that it has not. I’m as bewitched by him as I have been since that first day.

And now I have some news to share with him. News that I think he’ll be happy to hear and yet I’m nervous nonetheless.

I wring my hands in my lap, anxious.

Should I tell him now? Is this the right moment?

I’d thought about telling him last night when he’d taken me out for dinner to celebrate my graduation from law school. The words had been on the tip of my tongue all evening, but it hadn’tfelt like the right moment. Last night was about the two of us and I’d wanted to keep it that way.

After dinner, he’d taken me to a nighttime roller-skating disco where I’d watched him struggle to take even one step on wheels and had laughed so hard I’d cried. Then we’d gotten ice cream and walked hand in hand along the Thames.

It was perfect.

Staring at him now as he brings his cup of coffee to his lips, his gaze steadfast on the newspaper in his hand, I feel the very familiar rush of love I get every time I look at him.

I’m so excited for this next chapter of our lives.

For bringing more of him into the world.

“You’re staring, sweetheart,” he notes, smirking into his cup without lifting his eyes from the paper.

Just bite the bullet, B.

“I have something to tell you.”

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