“Who the fuck told you that shit about CeCe?” I demanded. “You still haven’t told me.”

“It doesn’t matter who told me. What matters is that you did it while expecting me to marry you! We might not be together, but if you had all this in mind for our future while fucking your way through this city, then to me, that’s considered cheating.”

“I would never disrespect you or our love like that.” I turned her so she was straddling my legs. Grasping the back of her head in one hand, I pulled her in closer, making sure we had no more misunderstandings about CeCe or anyone else. “I haven’t slept with CeCe. Not her, or any other woman, for that matter.” She tried to jerk her head back, but I wouldn’t allow the distance. “There has been no one, my heart.”

“E-ever?” she breathed, her chin trembling.

“Never ever,” I whispered and was rewarded with her precious laugh. “There is only you, baby. Now and always.”

“Ryan.” The way she sighed my name made my already-hard cock thicken even more, causing her to gasp as it pulsed against her center. Fuck, she was still drenched, and I could feel her heat through every layer of clothing I had on. The material pissed me off. I wanted it gone, wanted to be just as bare as she was so I could feel her wet folds rubbing over my shaft.

“Do you feel what you do to me?” I bit out, thrusting my hips up against her softness.

“Y-yes,” she moaned, squirming against me, rocking her hips in an attempt to get the friction she needed.

“No one can do that to me but you,” I confessed through clenched teeth as I tried to hold on to my willpower. “I’d never even touched my own cock until this past summer. He only wants you. Just as much as the rest of me does.”

“B-but we can have sex without having to get married in November. There’s no need to rush things.”

Groaning, I dropped my head back against the seat. Her stubbornness was going to be the death of me.

The driver pulling to a stop in front of my building was probably a good thing because I was about to open my mouth to tell her we were getting married come November and that was the end of it. I was confident I could get her to see it was the perfect plan.

Pietro knocked on the back door, and I called for him to wait a moment. Grabbing my coat off the floor, I wrapped it around Nova and buttoned it before reaching for the door handle. Uncaring that my shirt was half undone and my tie was barely hanging around my neck, I stepped out of the SUV and onto the sidewalk beside my head of security, then reached back in and lifted Nova into my arms.

“I can walk,” she mumbled.

“Not without shoes on a New York City sidewalk, my heart,” I told her in a gentle tone. Securing her in my hold, I shifted my gaze to Pietro. “Send someone to her hotel for her things and have them delivered to the compound.” I would have to take her to the mansion for the rest of her stay, but I needed one night with her.