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Ryan glances at me. “Oh, there’s more?”

Vivian grins. “We’re getting married in six weeks. We want to be married before the baby comes, and I don’t want to look pregnant at the wedding.”

“Six weeks?” Ryan whistles, shaking his head. “You two don’t mess around.”

Leo steps in. “It’ll be a destination wedding—nothing too big. Just family and close friends. We’d love for you both to be there if it works with your schedules. We know it’s short notice.”

“Where?” Ryan asks, a grin plastered to his face.

“Turks and Caicos,” Leo says. “We booked a resort on a private beach a few days ago. It was tricky finding something last minute, so I had to buy out the resort. The wedding will be on a Wednesday, but we made it work.”

Ryan lets out a low whistle. “You bought out a resort? Casual,” he jokes, shaking his head. “That’s incredible.”

Holy shit. A fancy resort with a private beach—and with Ryan? Somebody pinch me. My life just went from miserable with Brad to private beaches and Turks and Caicos with Ryan. I can’t stop smiling, though part of that is for Vivian and Leo. I’m genuinely thrilled for them.

The rest of the morning is filled with excited chatter and wedding plans. Vivian and I dive into details as she shows me her dress—a stunning piece that’s simple, elegant, and just the right amount of sexy. Meanwhile, Leo effortlessly whips up brunch.

Vivian is incredible. One of the most genuine people I’ve ever met, and by the end of the morning, she’s already insisting we go shopping this week to get me some essentials for the trip. I didn’t even hesitate before saying yes because, let’s be honest, I need a whole new wardrobe, and shopping with Vivian sounds like just the kind of fun I need.

Chapter 37

COOPER

I poke my head into Ryan’s office. He’s on the phone but waves me in.

I sink into the chair across from him, letting my gaze wander around the space before landing on him. My heart swells just from looking at him. I’ve never felt anything close to what I feel for Ryan—not even remotely. I’m afraid to say that I love him. My past hasn’t exactly given me a clear picture of what love is. But this? Whatever this is, it feels different. It feels big.

Our eyes meet, and he winks at me, his lips curving into that sexy grin that never fails to make my pulse quicken. Damn. He’s effortlessly handsome. And mine. How did I get so lucky?

“Alright, thanks, Jon. Talk to you next week.” His voice snaps me out of my thoughts as he ends the call, still not taking his eyes off me. “Hey, babe. You ready to go?”

“Yep.”

Ryan gathers his things, standing with a stretch that pulls his shirt taut against his chest. As he moves around the desk, his eyes sweep over me, smoldering with intent. “Then let’s get out of here,” he says, his tone dropping slightly. “I’m getting hard just thinking about what I want to do to you when we get home.”

A flood of warmth zips through me, but I can’t help the laugh that escapes me. “Oh my hell. Can you keep it in your pants for one minute?”

He steps closer, leaning down so his mouth is just inches from mine. “You love it,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing.

And dammit, I do.

I love how he sayswhen we get home. Technically, it’s not my home, and I don’t live there, but I love the sentiment. Ryan moves tomorrow, so tonight is our last night at Vivian and Leo’s.

I laugh, nudging his arm. “Who says I’m putting out?”

He smirks, his confidence practically oozing. “Last I checked, you were pretty into my giant cock.”

“Oh, I dig it, BDR,” I tease, narrowing my eyes. “But don’t forget, I’m going shopping with Vivian tonight.”

He swings the door open, ushering me toward the elevator. “I haven’t forgotten. I’m talking about later—when you get back.”

The elevator doors slide open, and we step in together. As soon as they close, I wrap my arms around his waist, pressing into him. “You know,” I say, my voice dropping seductively. “We have a lot of history in elevators.”

He chuckles. “Yes, we do.” His lips meet mine, his tongue dragging slow and deliberate over my bottom lip. “Shit. You’re getting me hard.”

“I love making you hard… Boss,” I say, biting my bottom lip to suppress a grin.

“Damn. I like it when you call me boss,” he says, his eyes darkening. “Can we incorporate this into the bedroom?”

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