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Chapters (89)
  1. Dedication
  2. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  3. ONE
  4. HENRY
  5. TWO
  6. EMMA
  7. THREE
  8. HENRY
  9. FOUR
  10. EMMA
  11. FIVE
  12. EMMA
  13. SIX
  14. SEVEN
  15. HENRY
  16. EIGHT
  17. NINE
  18. TEN
  19. HENRY
  20. ELEVEN
  21. TWELVE
  22. EMMA
  23. THIRTEEN
  24. HENRY
  25. FOURTEEN
  26. HENRY
  27. FIFTEEN
  28. SIXTEEN
  29. EMMA
  30. SEVENTEEN
  31. HENRY
  32. EIGHTEEN
  33. HENRY
  34. NINETEEN
  35. HENRY
  36. TWENTY
  37. TWENTY-ONE
  38. EMMA
  39. TWENTY-TWO
  40. EMMA
  41. TWENTY-THREE
  42. HENRY
  43. TWENTY-FOUR
  44. EMMA
  45. TWENTY-FIVE
  46. EMMA
  47. TWENTY-SIX
  48. EMMA
  49. TWENTY-SEVEN
  50. HENRY
  51. TWENTY-EIGHT
  52. EMMA
  53. TWENTY-NINE
  54. HENRY
  55. THIRTY
  56. HENRY
  57. THIRTY-ONE
  58. HENRY
  59. THIRTY-TWO
  60. EMMA
  61. THIRTY-THREE
  62. HENRY
  63. THIRTY-FOUR
  64. EMMA
  65. THIRTY-FIVE
  66. EMMA
  67. THIRTY-SIX
  68. HENRY
  69. THIRTY-SEVEN
  70. EMMA
  71. THIRTY-EIGHT
  72. HENRY
  73. THIRTY-NINE
  74. HENRY
  75. FORTY
  76. EMMA
  77. FORTY-ONE
  78. HENRY
  79. FORTY-TWO
  80. FORTY-THREE
  81. EMMA
  82. FORTY-FOUR
  83. EMMA
  84. FORTY-FIVE
  85. HENRY
  86. EPILOGUE
  87. ALSO BY CHELSEA CURTO
  88. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  89. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

“Is that what you really want, honey? Because I can be that guy for you.”

“Yes, I want you to be that guy. I don’t want you to be sweet. I want you to be rough. Powerful. Show me… Show me that…”

“Finish that sentence,” he growls, closing the remaining distance between us. My shoulders hit the bathroom door and I hiss at the contact.

“Show me I’m yours,” I blurt out. My heart races at the lofty implication, wondering how Henry will respond.

He licks his lips greedily and expectantly. “I don’t own you, Emma. No one owns you, you amazingly independent woman. But I will make sure it’s my name on your lips when you come, again and again. I’ll make sure to remind you that only I can make you see the fucking stars. Because I’m yours, too.”

His mouth lands on mine, finally devouring my lips, and I moan at his ferocity. His tenacity. His promise. Henry’s a man of his word, and I already know he’s going to be my demise. My downfall. Ruining me from the inside out before becoming my salvation, a vicious cycle I can’t wait to stumble into.

“Yes,” I repeat, groaning as my arms fall around his shoulders like we’ve been doing this for years, a practiced dance between two lovers and the closest of friends. My nails dig into his back, tracing down his spine as his muscles flex along my journey. I want to mark him so any other woman who might want to experience him after me knows I’ve been there first and staked my claim. The first one to ever keep him for more than 24 hours. “Please.”

“I’ve been waiting for this moment since our first email,” he whispers, lips dipping to kiss the crook of my neck. I arch off the door and further into his embrace. “I’m going to possess you like you’ve possessed my goddamn brain and every waking thought, week after agonizing week.”

“Then take me, Henry.”

THIRTY-FIVE

EMMA

Henry ambles away, creating unwanted distance. The moonlight trickling through the curtains bounces off his chiseled body with each step, making him look like a god-like hero sent to walk among mortals.

“I have one rule.”

“What’s that?”

“I don’t come until you do.”

I snort. “Oh yeah?”

He cocks his head to the side and crosses his arms. “Is that funny?”

“I think it’s a really good line.”

“Clearly I’m not doing a good enough job if you think I’m lying. I’m going to get you there slowly. Gradually. Haltingly. You know why?”

“Why?”

“Because I want to savor every moan, every sigh, every whimper that comes out of your beautiful mouth. For me. Because of me. Does that sound like a line?”