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Without hesitation, Zane nodded, his dark eyes bright with amusement as we headed in. The sharp scent of pine was so fresh it felt like breathing pure winter. We paused at a full, lush fir with perfectly fanned branches, about the size of Zane, and decided that was the one.

Zane quickly paid for it and the employee wrapped it in a safety net, to keep the tree secure on the journey left we had home.

Before I could so much as touch it, Zane simply bent and hoisted the entire tree onto his shoulder like it was nothing, his breath unfazed as a few stray needles fell to the ground.

“Do you… Want help?” I asked, reaching out.

He gave me a flat look, one brow raised. “Kali,” he drawled, voice low and amused, “I could throw you over my other shoulder, walk the entire length of Manhattan and still have enough energy to fuck you until sunrise.”

“Point taken,” I managed to say, blushing fiercely and smirking up at him as he led the way, pine scent following us home like a trail of magic.

Heat rushed to my face at the memory – him big and sure, me perched over one broad shoulder like I weighed nothing at all when he took me out of that nightclub weeks ago.God, he was so strong.Six-foot-six of muscle and ink and an effortless kind of power.

And he wasallmine.

Chapter 42

Present

Brooklyn, New York City

THE REST OF THE MONTH flew by with quiet moments, small outings, and mind-blowing sex.

I panted, whimpering through the steam as Zane smashed in and out of me. My arms were wrapped around his neck, holding on tight, while he held me up against the tile wall of the shower – one arm under my knee, keeping me high and spread open for him; the other around my waist, keeping me impossibly close.

We were inches apart, breathing hard as we got closer and closer to finishing together. I could feel every single one of his piercings as he stroked in and out of me, and it made my eyes roll to the back of my head as he sucked on my tongue.

His mouth caught mine with a short kiss, tugging on my bottom lip with his teeth when he pulled back.

He fucked me hard, in all the right ways. Rough, but always loving. Fast, but always with my pleasure in mind. Deep, but always careful.

He gave it to me in every way that I needed.

Sometimes soft and sweet.

Other times fast and rough.

And most times – because it was my favorite mix of the two – deep and hard, and for alongtime.

When he came inside me, and finally slowed his movements, I finally felt like I could breathe again.

He didn’t pull out or drop my knee; he stayed buried inside me, and kissed me slow as we both calmed down.

And when he put me down, he didn’t turn his back; he helped me under the shower, washing my body and kissing my neck while telling me how beautiful I was and how much he loved me.

How lucky andblessedhe was to have me.

It did a round on my ego. And I would’ve lied if I said it didn’t make me feel like I had a million-dollar pussy to get him this smitten.

Steam still curled lazily in the bathroom as I wrapped myself in a big, fluffy towel, the scent of jasmine soap clinging to my skin.

Since moving in, I’d managed to add a nice amount of expensive bathroom products. Jasmine soap. Vanilla candles. Jojoba oil infused hair products.

Zane stood by the mirror, rubbing his hair dry with quick hands and a towel.Such a guy. The though made me smirk.

“My hair’s getting a little long,” he muttered, pushing damp strands off his face, dark eyes catching mine in the glass.

I smiled, stepping up behind him. “I like it,” I said honestly, fingers brushing his neck.

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