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It’s possessive and protective and so deliciously Maddox, I wouldn’t have it any other way. He breathes me in as I breathe him out, and I wonder how I ever lived without this. Without him.

“Tesoro.” His voice is hoarse as my nails score his scalp.

“I’m so close,” I pant, chasing my orgasm.

Lost in the moment.

Lost in him.

His head tips back, and firm lips press against my hot skin... My neck... My lips...

Until he’s devouring me. Demanding more. Releasing my hair and sliding his strong hand down my body. Gripping my ass in both hands, he changes our angle, and that’s it. That’s all it takes. What had been just out of reach is being deliciously rubbed over and over and over again now. A torrent of emotions assaults me. Love and lust and fear and faith... in him, in us. Need and desperation and pure unadulterated want... This man. This life. It all weaves together as reality wars with memories. This is it. This is everything I’ve ever wanted with the only man I’ve ever wanted it with.

“Need you to come now, Lennon.” His fingers bite into my ass as his teeth bite down on my lip, and I fall over the cliff, coming on a silent scream. My breath catches in my throat until he breathes life back into me before ripping his mouth from mine and burying it in my shoulder as he fucks me over and over again. Strong hands holding me to him. Sucking and licking... and whispering words I’ve longed to hear for years.

Until he loses himself in me completely, unable to hold back, and follows me off that cliff with my name on his lips.

Part III

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LENNON

No matter what happens, it was worth it.

Loving you. Being yours. Every second of it was worth it.

—Lennon’s Secret Thoughts

“You know...” I sip my tea and tilt my head, trying to get a glance around the corner of the man currently standing in my kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee. “I thought once Grandfather ordered Maria back to Mornea, maybe we could do without bodyguards for a while.”

After all these years together, it would be hard not to miss Maria. She always made it a point to keep things professional, but she was my friend, even if she didn’t want to admit it.

Maddox looks down at me as he slides on his coat. “You can look cute and pouty all you want, but it’s not going to change anything. You need bodyguards,tesoro.” He drops a kiss on my lips and another on my gigantic beach ball of a bump. “You both do.”

I hate knowing he’s right.

Maybe one day, people will lose interest, but since news broke of our wedding and my pregnancy, interest has only grown. Grandfather lost his mind. My father publicly disowned me. Monty has laid so low, I’m pretty sure he’s hiding on a private island somewhere, drinking himself into a stupor as he tries to understand how he didn’t get his way for the first time ever. And my brothers... I feel terrible for Atticus and Rhys because they’ve had to sayno commentso often, it should be tattooed on their foreheads.

Grandfather is still deciding how to deal with me, so nothing has officially been done yet, but I expect my title to be revoked any day now. To be honest, I’m shocked it hasn’t already happened. Not because he wants to, but because he has too.

“Besides, Ajax is family. He’ll keep his distance, but he’ll also keep you safe when I can’t.” He sits down next to me and lays his arm behind my neck, and even knowing he has to leave, I can’t help the warmth and peace I soak in.

I know we’re still in a honeymoon phase, but if it’s possible, real life is even better than our honeymoon was. And we had the most incredible, relaxing, sex-filled week that I didn’t even want to come home.

Screw reality.

I’d rather we’d have stayed in the fantasy for a little bit longer.

“Fine... What did you think of the names I left for you to look at last night?” I ask and burrow deeper under the warm, cashmere blanket I pulled from the back of our couch. The new one. Not the bachelor one that had definitely seen more than its fair share of life over the years, judging by the condition it was in. “I tried to stay up but lost the fight sometime around ten.”

“I’m sorry. There have just been so many last-minute things to get done for il leone’s grand opening party tonight. I’m not even sure what time I got home.”

I close my eyes and lean my head against his chest. “I know. I wasn’t mad. Just curious about your thoughts. We’ve got a month left and no name. It’s starting to stress me out,” I tell him and try to get comfortable. Something that’s getting harder every day.

“I liked Luke,” he says, matter-of-factly as he steals a piece of the donut he’d given me earlier, and I may or may not growl in response.

Maddox lifts a brow, clearly amused.

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