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punish me if I say I’m not sorry?’

I slowly circled my hips, biting back a moan at the scalp-tingling sensation. ‘I most definitely

intend to punish you. Later. Right now I’ll reward you for sharing your beautiful story with me.’ I

pressed a kiss to his lips. ‘And for loving me,’ I added in an even thicker voice.

His smile altered, weighted by emotion as he bared himself even further. ‘I intend for us to have

many beautiful stories to share,min elskede,’ he vowed.

‘Then share one with me right now, Jensen. Touch your mistress. Show her how much you love

her.’

The words were barely out of my mouth before he was switching his death grip from the chair to

my hips, slamming me back down on his steely length.

I held on tight for a moment, then simply let go as I was swept under a torrent of love. One I was

beginning to believe would stand the test of time.

An hour later, after a quick but carnally eventful shower, we stepped hand in hand out of the lift ten floors below, in the tallest building in London, which just happened to have the Mortimer name

stamped on it, and into the glitzy affair that was the ice-themed party to celebrate the latest release ofMortimer Quarterly. The climate-conscious theme had resonated powerfully, with many media

outlets running features off what Jensen and I had put together.

We circulated, holding on tight to one another.

A loud wolf whistle cut through the music and chatter and I turned to see Bryce, grinning, with one arm slung around Savvie, the other waving me over. Next to him, Gideon also kept his wife close, as if they were both afraid of letting the women they loved stray too far.

My fingers tightened around Jensen’s, my own possessiveness engulfing me.

‘Everything okay?’ Jensen murmured, sensing my emotions.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. ‘Yes, Jensen. Everything’s great.’

He smiled, kissed my hand again.

‘This is some shindig, Gracie,’ Gideon said when I reached him.

‘The whole thing’s amazing,’ Leonie, his wife, added, looking stunning in a green sequinned dress.

More accolades flooded in from Savvie and Bryce. Inexplicable tears prickled my eyes. Perhaps

the women sensed my surfacing emotions. They excused themselves to go to the ladies’. Jensen kissed my cheek, then headed to the bar to get us drinks.

An easy silence settled between my brothers and me. Bryce broke it. ‘What the fuck is wrong with

Jasper? He looks like he’s about to deck someone.’ He nodded his head towards the opposite corner

of the room, where our cousin was staring daggers at his drink while ignoring the tall, stunning

woman next to him.

Wren Bingham.

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