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Bastards.

“I was wrong to tell everyone Shep’s penis is only three inches long. That was a miscalculation on my part.”

What is she doing…?

She gives me a quick wink. “It’s clearly four.”

With that, she bows, and then she sashays down the hall, leaving me standing here with my mouth agape and all my teammates in tears of laughter.

“I vote we keep her,” Joe says.

A smile creeps across my face as I stare after the woman who just fucked me in a supply closet, made me confess my love for her, and then told all my friends I have a four-inch dick like it was nothing.

I vote we keep her too.

Twenty-Six

Denver

I was right.Casual with Shep would be impossible.

Every feeling I’ve had about him in the last five years reared its ugly head the moment he slid inside me.

I felt the love, hate, adoration, the rage, and the hurt—all of it. With every thrust, every gentle touch…it was all there, begging to burst from my chest.

And when he asked me if it was what I’d always imagined? I couldn’t bring myself to lie to him, not while he was inside me.

Which is why I beelined to the bathroom after our tryst. I need time to breathe, a moment to myself to wrap my head around the fact that he’d said he never stopped loving me.

How is that possible when he hurt me so much? How is it possible that I still love him even through all that?

Is that what fate is? Loving someone even when you know you’re not supposed to? Knowing they have the power to destroy you yet still opening your heart to them?

If so, maybe Shep was right to fear fate. It’s scary as hell.

I finish cleaning up my makeup and smoothing down the flyaways that have escaped the intricate bun I have my hair tied up in. Once I decide I don’t completely look like I’ve been ravished, I make my way back to the main ballroom.

Sliding back into the crowd, I accept a glass of champagne from one of the waitstaff.

“When we get up to that room, your ass is mine.”

His warm hand slides his body against me, and I smirk against the glass I have raised to my lips.

“Wow, we’re already progressing to anal? You move fast, Shep.”

He shakes his head. “I never know what to expect from your mouth, Denny.”

“Is that good or bad?”

“Good—most of the time.”

“When don’t you like it?”

“Well, when you tell everyone I have a four-inch dick, for instance.”

I try not to laugh. “You’re right—three was much more believable.”

“Dammit, Denny,” he mutters, pulling me close and laying a kiss on my cheek. “I’m keeping you this time.”

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