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Margot turns the phone over in her hands. It’s a photo I took of her three days ago in her whites, mid-laugh, flour on her jaw, entirely unaware of me.

“She was typing,” she says faintly.

“She was putting in the name of the restaurant so she could look at your profile on the web page.”

“She laughed. Why would she find that funny?”

“Because I’ve never had a long-term relationship and never wanted one.” I press my lips to her hair. “Until you.”

“When I saw you with her—”

“I shouldn’t have let it get that far. I’m sorry I hurt you, baby.” I cup her jaw and tip her face up. “I want everyone in this city to know that you belong to me and I’m yours. Only yours.”

“You do?”

“Fuck, sugar. I’ve not seen another woman since the night you walked into that dining room.” I kiss her brows, her nose, her freckles. “I love you, Margot.”

She goes completely still.

“Say it again.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” Her eyes spill over. “I’ve loved you since that desk, and I’ve been so scared of it I couldn’t say it out loud to a single person, not even Kira.”

I wrap my arms around her and pull her close.

“Prove it to me, Bishop. Show me that I’m the only one you want.”

I tug the tie of her robe and let it fall open.

I trace my eyes greedily over her—the narrow waist, the curve of her hips, and the pink nipples on the most gorgeous tits I’ve ever seen. Then they lower to the slice of heaven between her legs. My mouth waters just looking at her.

“Here,” I rasp.

“Yes.” She lets the robe drop off her shoulders entirely, water still dripping from her hair onto her skin. I brush a finger over a droplet running down toward her breast and feel her shiver as I track my thumb over the tight peak.

My cock throbs in my pants, threatening to drive me insane. With a growl, I lift her onto the counter as my mouth slams down on hers in a kiss meant to possess. To reclaim what I nearly fucking lost. Twice.

Her hands drop between us and battle my zipper, struggling to free my cock from its tight confines. “Bishop,” she whines, wet fingers slipping on the button.

I keep my mouth on hers as I reach down to help and groan when her hand wrap around my cock. “Fuuuck.”

She squeezes me, using my precum to stroke my length, her breathing growing choppy against mine.

“Just like that, sugar. Fuck, yes.”

“You’re mine,” she pants, squeezing. “This is mine. No one else gets to have you.”

“Only yours, baby.” I slide a hand between her thighs and find her wet, swallowing her gasp as my middle finger works into her pussy, thrusting slowly until she’s rocking against it. “You’re the only one I see.”

I add a second finger, making her whimper when I thrust them slowly inside her, feeling her grow wetter with every stroke. “You’re the only one I’ll ever want.”

“Me too,” she moans, breathing unsteadily as she tries to focus on stroking me and riding my hand at the same time. She’s losing at both, so I make it easy for her—I pull my fingers free, line myself up, and sink into her warmth.

“Oh, Bishop. Feels…so good.” Her back arches on a sob, a tremble racking her, making her tits shake.

She feels fucking incredible. Warm and tight and entirely mine. “So fucking sexy,” I growl. “My favorite little dessert.”