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“Yeah, we made sure to train him properly on that one,” I said. “We didn't want him being rude.”

“Of course.”

“And he's so comforting,” Clara added. “I haven't had any trouble with him at all. I hate that I can't let people pet him while he's on duty, but it's worth it. He responds so well to commands. I can't wait to take him on our trip to California.”

“Wow, you're going to travel?” Jen inquired. “That's incredible, Clara!”

“With Max, I feel like it's possible. And I'm beyond excited to explore.”

She turned to me with sparkling eyes. She took my hand and kissed it, still beaming even after she released me. And she held my gaze. The way she looked at me was full of admiration and care.

And I felt it. I truly felt it.

CHAPTER40

Clara

I collapsed into my bed—ourbed—and hummed as I rolled to my side. Max was curled up in his bed in the corner. His eyes were closed and he looked like he was totally asleep. He looked peaceful. I rolled to find Levon crawling into bed with me.

I smiled. “I had such a good time with your family.”

“They definitely love you.”

“And I love them. I've always loved them.”

He nuzzled my nose with his. “That's what makes this so perfect.”

I ran my fingers through his hair. “You're perfect.”

“No, you are. And I promise you'll always come before my career.”

“I hope that doesn't ever happen,” I joked. “Because then I wouldn't be able to hook up with a billionaire anymore.”

He laughed. “Oh, is that all you care about?”

“Just your money. That's it.”

“Only fancy cars for you, huh?”

I giggled. “Only the finest.”

“And caviar for dinner every night?”

“Yep. Give me the best seafood available.”

“All the fancy dresses?”

I laughed as his hands danced over my torso. I cradled his head as his lips decorated my neck, prompting me to sigh with longing. His hand dipped beneath the sheets and to the front of my shorts. He stroked me gently and caused me to moan.

I bit my lower lip. “Yes, to the dresses.”

“And what else?”

“Well,” I faded as he bit my neck teasingly. “Well, I . . .”

“You what?”

Every thought that came to mind quickly fell away. He drew my attention away from our humor, redirecting me to where his hands fell on my body. As his right hand pleased my muff, his left drifted up to my breast. He took my breast gently and kneaded it while his lips marked a trail down the center of my chest.

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