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Her lips twitch. “But?”
She knows me so well.
I lean down, my mouth at her ear. Fuck appearances. I don’t care how it looks. “But if you want babies, Sienna, then I would love nothing more than to fuck you until you’re carrying my child, your belly swollen with the life we created together. You’re my future. With or without children.” I pull back and meet her eye. “I just want you. Forever and always. My soulmate. My love. My everything.”
Lips parted, speechless, she searches my face.
Fuck, what I’d do to kiss her right now.
“We need to leave,” she murmurs.
“Huh?”
“Make up an excuse. Say you feel ill. Anything. But we need to go.”
My heart sinks. Dammit. Did I push too hard? I thought we were past the apprehension and second-guessing. “Sienna.”
She shakes her head. “Now. I want all of that. Now. Take me home. Put a baby in me. Be mine forever, but it has to startnow.Please.” Her words are whispered, but they’re filled with heat and desire and lust and love. She hasn’t told me yet, but she’s shown me.
I’m a patient man. I’ve been so fucking patient. But I need to hear more. I need to hear the words. So I coax her to continue. “Why, baby? Why do you want all of that?”
She gets it. She knows me. We can say all of this without words because her heart matches mine. They fit together perfectly. After years apart, she’s mine. And with her in my arms and her eyes locked on mine, I can sense her every thought. Still, I need her to say it.
When she opens her mouth and the words come out, I swear my heart doubles in size.
“Because I love you, Noah Harrison,” she breathes, her eyes misting over. “Because I’ve loved you while you were in front of me, and I loved you when we were apart. I think maybe my last name didn’t matter all those years ago because I knew one day I’d have yours.”
My heart pounds, my chest filling with pride, even as my cock swells, straining against my zipper. I need her so badly, but those words have healed the broken pieces inside me. They’re proof that she’s forgiven me. That our future is ours and ours alone.
“I love you too.” I rasp the words against her ear and press the briefest of kisses to her shoulder. Then, straightening, I nod, silently communicating that I’ll meet her at home. From here on out, she is my home and I am hers.
FIFTY-ONE
NOAH
I’ve just madeit out of the ballroom, goodbyes taking far too fucking long, when my phone pings with a notification.
The message from Sienna contains nothing but a pin notifying me of her location. With a smirk, I tap the screen. Hmm, she wants to play a little hide and seek, I see.
Me: Thought we were done with the games.
Sienna: Never. Play with me, Noah. I promise you’ll like the surprise if you find me.
Chuckling, I tap the notification so it opens in my Maps app and zoom in. The gala is taking place in the ballroom on the top floor of Langfield Corp, and according to this, she hasn’t gone too far. She’s somewhere in this building. The question is where.
The building is made up of thirty-six floors, and I don’t really feel like spending hours searching all of them, so I fire off another message.
Me: Give me a hint.
Three dots dance on my screen.
Sienna: You like me on the bottom.
Grinning, I reread the message. This fucking girl. God, I have fun with her.
Realization dawns quickly, my pulse picking up, and I race to the elevators. Once I’ve hit the button for the appropriate floor, I type out another message.
Me: If I find you within the next five minutes, I get to put a baby in you.
