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The pain in my chest eases, and I look at her like it’s the first time I’m seeing her. She’s so beautiful inside and out, and she was able to see past all my flaws and still find something to love. “I fell in love with you as well, Gigi, the first night I met you back in New York.” I pull her toward me and kiss her sweet lips.

She leans back from me. “Why do I feel like there is a but coming?” I ask. “Are you about to tell me you’re leaving?”

“Going back just made me see that everything I had here was the life I wanted, and that place just wasn’t for me. The only problem I had was my father. He’s used to getting what he wants. He’s been a big name in the entertainment industry for a long time, and he’s now producing Broadway shows. He wanted me as the lead in his new show.”

“What happened?”

“I told him I couldn’t do it. Wished him the best of luck with it. He said I was ungrateful and either Iaudition and land the role, or he cuts me off for good and never talks to me again.”

Rage fills me. How dare he give her an ultimatum like that. “Where does he live? We’re getting on the next plane to New York tonight, I’m fixing this,” I growl out, furious for her.

She raises her brow in my direction. “You don’t need to fix this for me, Brody. I’m telling you this because I want to be completely transparent with you. I need you to know where I stand. I didn’t do the audition. I won’t be going back to New York. For the first time in my life, I stood up to my father and told him what I wanted. He didn’t understand it, and I knew he wouldn’t, but I don’t care anymore. I don’t need his approval to be happy, only my own.” She offers a small smile, and I can see how hard that was for her.

“I’m so proud of you for fighting for what you want.” I kiss her. “Will he really disown you?”

She shrugs. “Probably, but he has to live with his choice just like I do. And I chose you and my life here.” Her lips curl into a smile, and I know I have her, this is what she wants.

I pull her onto my lap and kiss her with all the desperation I have been feeling. I need to show her just what she means to me. She’s given up so much to be here, and I’m going to spend every day making sure she never regrets it.

Chapter 32

Gisele

He kisses me, invading my mouth with his tongue, and I shuffle higher on his lap, my fingers lacing through his hair and massaging his scalp. I need him like crazy. This weekend hastaken such an emotional toll, but knowing he’s right here with me, that he loves me as much as I do him, I need to feel it. As we kiss, we remove each other’s clothes, layer by layer. I need my hands on him. It’s cold outside tonight, but he must have had the fire on earlier because in his house, it’s cozy.

He looks up at me, his eyes hooded with dark lust. “I need to taste your sweet pussy.” He lifts me, laying me down on the couch.

I laugh, arching my back to help as he removes my jeans. “You sound desperate,” I tease.

He throws them over the back of the couch, his hands back on me. “I am. I haven’t seen you in two days, and part of me thought I might never see you again.”

I run my hands through his soft hair. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.” I kiss him again. He traces his hands along the contours of my body. Hooking my panties with his thumbs, he slides them off then shoves my legs apart and buries his head in between my thighs. “Fuck, yes,” he hisses.

I squirm, the flick of his tongue sending tingles right through my body. He sucks at my clit and pushes his tongue inside my pussy, tasting me, licking me, sucking me, devouring me in such a way that my body trembles for more. It’s too much and not enough all at the same time. My fingernails dig into his shoulders, needing to grip on to something before I completely lose control. “Brody,” I call his name in warning.

“No, sweet pea, not yet.”

I whimper something totally incoherent, my body shaking with my impending release.

He places kisses up my body slowly, over my stomach, then to my breasts. Taking each one in his hands, he shoves my bra out of his way, sucking one nipple into his mouth at a time.

I reach for his cock, stroking him. He’s impossibly hard. “I need you inside me,” I plead with him.

But he ignores me, taking his time flicking his tongue over my nipple before sucking hard. My back arches off the couch. My pussy throbs with desire to be filled up by him, and what he is doing with his mouth is just too good. I can feel how much he missed me. His kisses move up my body, over my clavicle to my neck. “Are you going to be a good girl and cum all over my cock?”

“Yes, please, I need you inside of me.”

He shoves my legs farther apart with his knee and moves into the space. His body is so much larger than mine, but I feel safe with him. His lips are back on mine as he pushes deep inside me. I groan into his mouth, loving the way he stretches me. He rocks his hips, teasing me open with his cock. I wrap my legs around him and lock my ankles in place, trying to get as close to him as I can. He moves with so much force that I end up hanging over the side of the couch.

Then he flips us so I’m on top of him and back in the middle of the couch. “Fuck, I love watching your tits bounce as you ride me.” He finds my clit and strokes over it. Pressure builds inside of me, but I keep rocking over him, meeting his thrusts. Waves of pleasure wash over me, but I keep searching for what I know is coming. Moving my body so his cock is hitting the perfect spot inside me, and with the pressure on my clit, I tumble over the edge. My pussy clenches around his cock as euphoria takes over.

He grunts out his own release, his cum filling me. I keep moving, riding him until my body calms down and I can see straight again. I see him. When I look into his deep brown eyes, I feel overwhelmed with love, and it brings tears to my eyes. I wasn’t sure what I was coming back here to tonight, but him waiting for me was just perfect. Telling me he was in love with me made me happier than I ever thought I could be.

He finds a blanket and wraps it around me before heading into the kitchen. I watch his naked butt as he walks away, thinkinghow lucky I am to have found him. I know he has his own demons, but hopefully now we can work through them together.

When he returns, he’s holding two mugs of cocoa with little marshmallows floating on top. “The last ones got cold,” he says, handing one to me.

I smile at him, taking it, the sweet aroma filling my nose. Wrapping my hands around it and having a sip, it’s delicious. I could get used to this. Working by his side then coming home to his ranch, having this place to ourselves as our little retreat from it all. If The Alexander can get past the story printed on Friday… As I think it, something occurs to me.

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