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So did Joy.

Then, unbelievably, I found myself laughing, too.

It was over.

Remy was still here. So was Joy.

All the crushing despair of the last day disappeared. Even the longer-term, familiar weight and solitude of carrying this two-person family on my own for the past four years lifted away.

I had everything I could ever want.

My life was complete.

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JOY

Wes pulledmy wrists together and tied them to the headboard with a wide, pink ribbon. I’m not sure where it came from, but I suspected it was one of Remy’s hair ribbons.

She was asleep, and I was now naked.

Wes’ eyes glowed green. Hunger was etched in every line of his face, but he killed me by saying, “I’m going to take a shower, and you’re going to wait here and think about what a bad girl you were.”

My mouth fell open, and I tugged at my wrists. It was aribbon,and I could get out if I tried hard enough. I didn’t want to.

“Bad girl?” I protested.

He’d spent the day telling me how amazing I was. How much it meant to him that I’d shown up to have his back and also how much it meant that I was willing to sacrifice my own desires and happiness for his. We’d spent the entire day holding each other, all three of us.

Now I was abad girl?

“I don’t think so,” I told him.

A smirk curved his lips. He was smiling more often now. I could definitely get used to it.

“Bad girl. You broke my fucking heart yesterday when you walked out. And I want to be sure you’ve faced the consequences, so it doesn’t happen again.”

The sexy way he saidconsequenceslet me know it was a very sexy punishment he had in mind.

The spanky kind, I imagined.

I wriggled my hips impatiently. I needed him to touch me now.

But the big jerk sauntered sexily off to the en suite bathroom.

I stared at the ceiling and huffed. As the feelings of ridiculousness set in–I was tied by a ribbon bare assed naked to a bed without any kind of sexy fun happening–the shower shut off. Wes came out and stood before the bed as he dried himself.

Holy hell, droplets of water worked their way down his body, and they were swiped up. I followed his hand and the small strawberry towel–the same one from when we first met–as it roamed his perfect torso.

This time, his dick was hard. Big. Long. Thick. For me.

“How’d it feel to have me walk away?” he asked, rubbing the towel over his wet head.

My mouth fell open. Then closed. Then open.

“You… you went to the shower, so I’d know what it was like when someone left?”

He shrugged a shoulder. “I wanted you in there with me.”

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