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His words released the lump I felt in the pit of my stomach. He would be my rock as we moved into the uncertain future. I loved him so much.

At that moment he changed his rhythm from soft to hard, pushing me to the place I’d begged him to take me.

This man unhinged me, consuming every part of my mind and body.

My core quivered one last time as an avalanche of emotion and release beat down on me. I squeezed and pulsed around Devin’s cock, saying words that made no sense. I continued to contract around him until he called my name and collapsed, filling me with his release and his love.

Chapter Fourteen

A few hours later,after a long, hot shower, where Devin and I enjoyed his phenomenal abilities of recovery, I stood along the banks of the Colorado River, where Jacinta’s party was in full swing. Every politician, socialite, and celebrity who wanted to be in the society magazines was in attendance.

The moment we’d arrived at the house, Devin and I had separated. Richard had taken Tyler and Devin to meet prominent members of his party and Carol had done her best to introduce me to everyone and anyone she believed had any useful political pull.

I appreciated her support, but the majority of people wanted to discuss my clients, my new celebrity status, and the fact that I was now on the cover of five popular magazines, including one that named me one of the top single professionals in Washington and the United States. A topic I was positive had reached Devin’s ears.

For the past thirty minutes, every time I glanced toward the balcony of Jacinta’s house, I’d caught him watching me.

The possessiveness of Dev’s gaze made my pulse jump and would add to the rumors swirling around the party about us. Several people had alluded to my closeness to the Camden family but no one had directly asked me about it.

“Excuse me, Samina. You don’t mind if I call you Samina, do you? Ms. Kumar sounds so formal.”

I turned as Veronica Jane Cartwright approached me with her sister, Jill. Just the sight of Veronica made my green-eyed monster want to rear its ugly head. She was a leggy Amazon who loved to parade around all the elite circles acting like an intellectual. She also thought my husband was her living boy toy.

She gave me one of the fake smiles she was known for and took a sip of her cocktail.

“No, of course not. That is my name.”

She was all bottled blond and teased hair. The quintessential Louisiana debutante, who came from the right family and pedigree. She was everything I wasn’t. The kind of woman Devin was expected to marry.

I was sure the only reason she’d sought me out was that she’d heard the rumors about my marriage. We’d encountered each other before, and she hadn’t given me a second glance.

Now I had to smile and act like the well-bred daughter of a billionaire I was and not punch her in the face the moment she said something snide as she was reputed to do.

“What’s it like to represent celebrities? I’m sure you have all kinds of gossip.”

I looked to her side and caught Jacinta watching me. She cringed and mouthed, “Sorry.”

Girl owed me big time for dealing with Veronica.

Samina, this is only the beginning. You’re about to jump into politics. Kissing babies and pretending to like people will become part of the job.

“It isn’t all the tabloids make it out to be. They are normal people, for the most part.”

“Oh, come on. I’m sure you have some great stories to share.” Jill was the polar opposite of her sister. Beautiful in a more natural way, and her smile was genuine. The kind that could draw anyone in and make them feel important.

“Attorney-client privilege. I don’t disclose anything private about the people I represent.”

“What about Clint Bassett’s push to have you run for office?”

I laughed. “That is something my former client is using to get ratings. Don’t take any of it as truth.”

Shit. I had just given a politician’s answer, a lie and the truth at the same time. I guessed being a litigator gave me practice.

I lifted my wrist to glance at my watch. Fifteen minutes and Dev was supposed to get me.

“Oh my God. Look at those rings,” Jill exclaimed as she snatched my hand into hers. “I’ve never seen a pink diamond wedding band before. And look at that solitaire. It has to be at least five carats. Veronica, do you see this? You have a man with exquisite taste.”

I cringed. I loved my rings but drawing attention to them when Devin and I hadn’t appeared in public as a couple outside of Devin’s statement to the reporter was uncomfortable.