you had the poor sense to marry me.”
She puts down the phone and climbs into my lap, straddling me.
Pleasantly surprised by her assertiveness, I cup her ass and pull her in tight against my instant erection.
“Marrying you was the best thing I’ve ever done. I don’t expect to ever regret it.”
“Did you regret it yesterday?”
Shaking her head, she runs her fingers through my hair, arranging it to her liking. “Not for one second. The time we’ve spent together has felt like a fairy tale. No matter what else happens, it will always feel like that to me.”
“It’s been like a fairy tale for me, too. After you left yesterday, I was out of my mind. I threw a vase through a window, and then the doorbell rang. I thought it was you, but it was that FBI agent. I wanted to kill him for not being you.”
“Wait, why was he there, and why haven’t you told me?”
I sweep away her concerns with my hand. “He was following up on Rogers’s wife telling him Rogers had felt threatened by me. I assured Vickers the only way I threatened Rogers was legally. Why in the world would I kill him when I could’ve had the pleasure of watching him twist in the wind for years because of what he did to you?”
“Did you say that to Vickers?”
“Yep. I told him I was disappointed that Rogers had been murdered, because I’d been looking forward to making his life a living hell.”
“So where did you leave it with him?”
“That I need to remain available for follow-up questions, which I said was fine. Neither of us has anything to hide where Rogers is concerned.”
“I have nothing at all to hide, thanks to him,” she says bitterly.
“I hate him for what he did to you, Nat, but in a way, I’m grateful that we have no more secrets between us.”
She lays her head on my shoulder. “So am I.”
“I hated keeping things from you. It felt wrong to me from the very beginning. You’ll never know how badly I wanted to either tell you the truth or leave you to spare you from having to deal with something I didn’t know if you could ever understand. We all know how successful my attempts to leave you were.”
“You can’t leave me after all this. I was able to move on from everything that happened to me before, but something tells me I’d never get over losing you.”
I tighten my arms around her. “That’s one thing you’ll never have to worry about.”
She rolls her hips suggestively over my cock. “Can we go to bed? Please?”
As if I’ll ever say no to that question coming from her. “Anything you want, sweetheart.”
Chapter 6
We arrange to have Fluff taken outside, but she refuses to pee in the snowstorm. I hope we don’t awake to a mess, but Flynn tells me not to worry about it. He says he wouldn’t pee outside in this shit either.
In the bedroom, Flynn unties the robe I’ve lounged around in all day and pushes it off my shoulders, leaving me bare as his heated gaze travels from my face to my toes and back up again. He drops his shorts and raises the covers for me to get into bed ahead of him.
I’m freezing until he wraps his warm body around mine, pulling me in tight against him.
“You know what the worst part of yesterday was?” I ask him.
“What’s that?”
“Sleeping without you last night. I hated that.”
“I never went to bed at all, because I couldn’t bear to sleep without you.”
“You must be so tired.”
“I am.” His hand moves from my belly to land between my breasts. The hard column of his erection is pressed between my buttocks.
Despite his obvious arousal, despite my never-ending desire for him, neither of us is compelled to move. This is all about comfort and security. The feel of his skin against mine is all I need to release the deep breath I’ve been holding since I left LA yesterday, not knowing when or if I’d see him again.
In the last couple of weeks, my whole world has been turned on end by this relationship. Now, settled in his arms, with
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