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  1. Cover
  2. Praise For Jodi Ellen Malpas
  3. Dedication
  4. Prologue
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  43. About Jodi Ellen Malpas
  44. Also by Jodi Ellen Malpas

Fuck! “Wait.” I piston on, urgency taking over, my world spinning wildly, and I finally bark my order for her to let go. My cock lunges inside her, my lungs shrink, my head spins, my world explodes.

Fuck . . . ing . . . hell.

She falls forward, and I have no choice but to fall with her, landing on her back, squishing her to the marble. I can’t get my breathing under control. Can’t get my thoughts to align. Can’t fathom what the bizarre throb is in my chest. Yet I’ve felt it before. And I never thought I’d be blessed enough to feel it again. The question is, though, am I blessed enough to have someone return these feelings?

Or is this heaven just a brief break from the hell I’m used to?

11

Never has a silence so loud been so comfortable. I’m dazed, confused, but high on hope.

I sigh, nuzzling into her hair. “Are you okay?”

“Am I allowed to speak?”

I smile as I squeeze her hip. Yes, she can speak, so long as she speaks from her heart and not her head, which I know is telling her I’m a bad idea. The obvious age gap won’t be helping either. Is it still an issue? I snort to myself. I’d wipe the floor with any twenty-something self-proclaimed stud. “Don’t be smart.”

“I’m well and truly fucked.”

I scowl at her back as I rest my arms over hers, wondering how the fuck I can stop her from swearing all the time? It’s like razors over my fucking skin. I cock my head in thought. Gag her? “Ava, please watch your mouth.”

“I am, though.”

I’m glad. Really glad. She won’t be forgetting that little encounter in a hurry. “I know, but you don’t have to swear. I hate you swearing.” It doesn’t suit her.

“I have to endure your blue language.”

If I could see her face, I know it would be full of indignation. “My language is only blue, lady,” I whisper, “when you make me see red.” Which is a lot.

Her body deflates on a tired sigh. She can sigh all she likes. I will get my way. “Okay.”

She’s appeasing me. It’s a step in the right direction toward my stability. What else will she appease me on? Everything? Will she agree to be nailed to me for all time? I smile into her skin as I stroke over her arms. She might say no, but what I’ve learned about this woman is that no doesn’t always mean no. Sometimes it means: I really want to, and I need you to show me why. I’ll show her. Every day. Which basically means I get to make love to her daily. I smile again. She can’t possibly dispute perfection.