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A chill ran down my body.
He’d just said an entire sentence without pausing. His demeanor was confident.
He called me Millicent.
TWENTY-ONE
Castle was insatiable.
We made love two more times that night before exhaustion took over and we fell asleep. His left leg was pushed against my body in a possessive way.
That unfamiliar glint in his eyes had faded, and he was back to being his usual self.
That was the strangest part of the night and I wondered if I’d imagined it.
My brain hadn’t conjured him whispering ‘Millicent’in that deep, husky voice, yet it still gave me the tingles. A swarm of butterflies took flight in my stomach as I replayed that moment in my head like a tape.
There was a brief knock on the door and before I could even answer, Penelope entered the room. I was embarrassed by my lack of clothing, and honestly, I felt a little uncomfortable being promoted from employee to wife.
I used to be one of the staff, and now I wasn’t.
Mrs. Millicent Montgomery.
The name had a nice ring to it.
She didn’t even look up as she wheeled the breakfast in, served the food and left the room.
I guessed that was the routine since the time Castle slept here alone. Now that I was going to share the room, nothing was going to change.
I had to wake him up and force him into the bathroom because he would rather stay naked and in bed than get on with the day’s activities.
After his bath, he sat on the bed while I stood between his legs and combed the tangles through his thick, wet hair. Even though I was his wife now, my duties remained the same, and I loved every second of it.
He watched me intently. His light brown eyes glimmered in the sunlight that streamed through the window. There was something so intimate about the moment, in the comfortable silence of companionship.
Castle’s hand slipped slowly into my bathrobe and caught one breast in his hand.
I laughed, “Can you please stop? I’m trying to concentrate on your hair.” But he wasn’t listening. He circled my nipple, and with a possessive tug on my waist, he covered his wet, hot mouth over it.
The comb just slipped out of my hand, and my fingers replaced where his comb had been, making a mess of all the tangles I’d just removed. “Castle...”
He lapped and suckled like he’d die if he stopped. Moisture pooled between my legs. I cupped his face and his mouth met mine in a soul-sucking kiss.
We were breathless a few minutes later and staring hard at each other. “What happened to you last night?”
“What happened?” He repeated.
I bit my lip. Should I ask him or should I let it go?
“You called me Millicent.”
“I did?” He asked me, his brows furrowed in confusion.
I watched his expressions to see if he was being honest or lying and I could only see sincerity. I wondered if Castle was a talented actor and I was curious to find out.
“Yes.” I kissed his cheek.
“What did I say?” He asked, not breaking eye-contact.