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“Do I make you happy?” she asks as she leans toward me again, her lips pressing to mine.

“You do.” I’m holding her ass with both hands, pressing us so close together that she moans at the same time I groan.

Her back arches, taking me even deeper inside her. “You make me happy too,” she cries.

I pick up speed, forgetting to be gentle as I pump into her. She’s tightening around me, her mouth open in a cry as her eyes squeeze shut. I love seeing her like this and I hold off my own orgasm, just wanting to watch her.

Two more thrusts and she breaks apart, crying out my name. She looks so gorgeous, feels so good, I break too, roaring as I fill her with my cum.

Her head falls back on the stone surround, her neck totally exposed as her arms float out to the side. “Triston?”

“Yeah, luv?”

“I want to help you however I can. Your business, your family. I want to help you.”

I gather her close. This is what I’ve always needed. Someone who wants to love me, and give to me, when the other parts of my life are trying to break me down. “You already do, Honeyeh.” I kiss her shoulder. “I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you, too,” she chokes out, the emotion of the words making her voice tight.

“I think maybe we’re due for a nap too,” I whisper into her skin. I just want to hold her close.

CHAPTER THIRTY

Honeyeh

I wakein Triston’s arms, the Monday morning sun streaming in through the windows.

We spent most of the day yesterday wrapped up together, when we weren’t with Darius. This morning, Triston insists on going to Darius’s appointment with me.

Truthfully, I’ll be glad to have him there.

There is a weight that I’ve carried with my brother’s care, and I’m happy to share even a small piece of it. But I’m also aware that Triston feels the weight of his family too. I’m going to have to figure out how I help him in return, despite what he said yesterday.

I won’t just be an added burden for him to bear.

Maybe that’s why his brother Win doesn’t like me. He sees me as a distraction or a syphon of Triston’s time and energy. I’m not sure how, but I’ll have to prove Win wrong.

Triston is still asleep, looking more relaxed than I’ve ever seen him. In fact, he usually wakes before I do so I’m not sureI’ve seen him sleeping. I push up on one elbow, staring down at his face.

I love him so much my chest is tight with the emotion.

I’m still worried that I won’t be enough or that he’s just not the guy who loves a woman like me.

But, whatever fears I’m facing, I can’t just let him go. I must try and trust that he meant his promises. Trust has been in short supply for me, but I’m never going to find love without it.

Triston should not have been the guy for me. Between his playboy status and position as my boss, he’s the last man I should have given myself to. But then again, he’s exactly what I need.

I lean down, rubbing my nose over his cheek, giving him a light kiss on the jaw before I roll over to sneak off to the shower.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he rumbles, rolling with me and catching me in the cage of his arms.

I giggle as he pulls me into the cradle of his larger body. “The shower.”

“Without me? How dare you.” He holds me tighter as he nips at my neck.

I laugh harder as I bat at his hands, trying to free myself. “I don’t want to be late today, and we know what happens when you get in the shower with me.”

He holds me for a few more seconds before he finally lets me go. “Should I pick something for you to wear?”

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