I came harder than I ever had in my life. Shudders racked my body as my world became my cock inside her pussy, the two of us joined together.

Lacey.

Me.

Lacey and me.

I filled her with my hot come. I filled her with my everlasting love.

I filled her.

But truly? She filled me.

When we both finally slowed down our breathing, she collapsed on top of me.

My arms went around her and I held her.

Such new feelings. Such amazing feelings that I could almost forget…

I was a fucking mess.

She knew nothing about me.

Would she still love me when she finally knew everything? All my secrets?

I tightened my grip on her. Never wanted to let go.

I’d hold on to her for as long as I could.

Because eventually she would find out the truth.

Eventually she would leave.

44

Lacey

Mrs. Rock Wolfe.

Mrs. Lacey Wolfe.

Rock and Lacey Wolfe.

Rock Wolfe, CEO of Wolfe Enterprises, and his wife, Manhattan Attorney Lacey Ward Wolfe, attend a charitable gala at the Waldorf Astoria.

Rock and Lacey Ward Wolfe proudly announce the birth of…

God help me.

I’d regressed to fifth grade in my head, doodling names on the cover of my three-ring binder.

He was in love with me.

Rock Wolfe was in love with me.

Me.

He could have a beautiful supermodel. Or an exotic cosmetologist named Nieves. Or any starlet in Hollywood. They’d all be proud to be seen on his arm.

He chose me.

Me.

It was all too unreal to be true. Any minute I’d wake up. It would be all over. He’d be telling me we didn’t have a relationship.

And I’d be hauled off for questioning in his father’s murder.

An anvil hit my gut.

That last part—it was true.

“Baby?” He cupped my cheek. “You’re shivering. What’s wrong?”

“It just hit me. I was handcuffed and nearly arrested today.”

“Don’t worry about that. My mother was behind it.”

“Why? Why would she want me arrested? And what if she wasn’t, Rock? What if, somehow, I’ve been implicated in your father’s murder?”

“Honey, please don’t worry.” He pressed his lips to mine in a soft kiss. “I won’t let anything happen to you. I meant it when I said we could leave today. Hop on my bike and never look back.”

“Running away isn’t the answer.”

“It worked pretty well for me the first time.” His eyes took on a haunted look.

I wanted to ask him what he meant by that. Yes, I knew he’d left his family and come here to Montana, but I didn’t know why.