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“It means exactly what you think it means,” I breathed against her ear, speaking from the heart with nothing but truth for the first time in a long time. “It’s only ever beenyou,Arista.”

She blinked through tears; I could taste them on my lips as I moved up the side of her jaw, tongue teasing her skin as I drowned out her words and worries and fears with a deep, passion-filled kiss. In and out, over and over, our bodies moving as one. Never in my life had I even so much as looked at another woman the way I looked at her.

And I realized then that my life would never be the same without her in it.

I couldn’t let her go. Being without her was like breathing underwater.

Impossible. Painful. Pointless.

My body tensed above her, and I swore. “I’m not going to last much longer, Ari.” Like a fucking queen, she reached between us, her fingers working alongside my cock to bring us both to orgasm together.

I came so hard, I nearly blacked out. My hips molded against hers as I filled her with my seed, my very fucking essence, with a prayer that I could get her pregnant again. This time, I’d never let her run away. I’d make her stay. I’d protect us all.

I had money. I could pay for enough security to staff an entire city.

Anything to keep her with me.

I didn’t speak it aloud, though. I’d only just gotten her back. I didn’t want to scare her away so soon. There would be plenty of time to build a future together. Have more kids. Enjoy life.

I just had to convince her to stay.

Chapter

Twenty-Three

ARISTA

Feeling Juninside me was a glimmer of something I hadn’t let myself hope to ever feel again in real life.

Having him inside me now, raw, unprotected, filling me with his fucking volatile seed when I knew damn well that no birth control was foolproof, was flirting with danger.

And yet, somehow, it was more of a turn on than anything I’d ever imagined in the seven years since we’d been apart.

Iwantedhis kids. I wantedall of them.No other woman had touched him since I left, and when he admitted that, I realized that I didn’t want to even think about another woman ever getting close enough to try.

I wanted him so badly it ached, like a festering bullet wound, or a missing limb in the throes of phantom pain. But being with him meant taking a huge risk, and putting more than just myself in serious danger.

I couldn’t do that to him, and especially not our daughter.

Yejin was innocent in all this.

Jun, ever the fucking gentleman, wandered off to the attached bathroom in search of a washcloth to clean up with. I didn’t expect to see him wander back in with a second one in hishand. I certainly didn’t expect him to spread my legs again at the end of the bed and clean me up, as well.

Jun in his youth had never been so attentive. So careful. So considerate.

I stayed silent as his hands revived arousal in me, tempting me to beg for more. I wanted this moment to stretch on forever, because the second we put our clothes back on, we’d go back to being two people who couldn’t be together.

No matter how much we both wanted to be.

He slipped his pants back on too soon, the zipper like the closing song on the album of our relationship. My eyes fell to the floor, where I spotted his shirt, and I let one last tear fall before I stood up and marched into my closet, searching for literally anything that felt like a shield. I needed every defense against his demands, because I knew what was coming next. I knew what Jun’s plans were. What he wanted. What he expected.

And I couldn’t give it to him.

Or could I?

Was this just an irrational fear that kept me from having what we both so desperately wanted?

Jun stuck his head in the closet as I pulled a sweater from the hanger, a frown on his face as he looked around. “You don’t have a bag ready?”

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