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I settle all my weight more fully between her thighs and she opens them completely. I feel the heat of her pussy against my cock, and I rub against her clit.
“Wrap your legs around me,” I tell her gruffly.
She does, her heels pressing into my ass.
I shift my hips back until the head of my cock nudges her hot, wet entrance.
“Yes, Henry,” she pleads.
“You’re already ready for me?” I ask.
“I’ve been ready for you since you bought that old building I used to live in and said you’d remodel it.”
I move, sliding just the head of my cock into her pussy. “The building you gave me a hard time about buying?”
“It’s so hot when you’re making the world better, Henry Dean.”
I slide in another inch. “So you’ve been walking around with wet panties ever since you met me,” I say, making sure I sound arrogant rather than like she’s wrapped a fist around my heart and is squeezing.
She giggles against my neck, and I give her another inch just for that happy sound.
“I pretty much have,” she admits. “It really was the British accent at first. And then you turned out to be the best man I’ve ever met.”
For that, I reach down and grasp her thigh, bringing it up and hooking her leg over my shoulder.
She gasps.
“We’re perfect for each other,” I tell her huskily, looking into her eyes. “Because you are the best person I’ve ever known.” I slide in another inch. “And I know a fucking king.” Then I thrust hard and bury myself fully in the pussy I will never get over.
Her moan is everything. Then her body clamps around me as if never wanting to let me go, and when I pull back to give her another long, hard stroke, the heat and friction is exquisite.
I pull back and thrust, pull back and thrust, and we don’t need any more words. We move together, making love to one another, making yet another memory that I will never be able to shake, and ingraining her even further into my mind and heart.
It doesn’t last long enough. Our bodies need each other like we need water and oxygen. Soon we’re both barreling toward our climaxes.
As we lie together in one of my favorite rooms in the world, I hold her close.
And for the first time ever, I wish I was a bartender, a veterinarian, a small-town cop, or even a town manager who got written in for Mayor over and over again. Anything that would allow me to stay next to this woman in bed every night for the rest of my life.
Anything but the bodyguard to a prince who would always have to eventually get on a plane and leave.
Chapter 26
Henry
Breakfast at Ellie’s is a fun, boisterous event with the Landry family. Or at least most of them. Getting themallin one place at the same time is a feat even Ellie accomplishes only a couple of times a year.
But Ruby eats quickly, and I wonder if she even tastes the praline-stuffed French toast once Fiona asks if she’d like to have a behind-the-scenes tour of the giraffe barn.
Now we’re walking between the pens inside the enormous building that houses Fiona’s gentle giants.
Fiona and Ruby are in front of Knox and me. We’re hanging back, just letting Fiona show off her babies to a new enchanted fan.
I’ve been around giraffes as long as I’ve known Fiona, but they still amaze me. Still, watching Ruby experience this makes me realize how many incredible experiences I’ve had that I now want her to have. I want to take her to every country, every city, and every village I’ve visited and loved. I want to eat with her in every bistro, dive bar, five-star restaurant, and tavern I’ve enjoyed. I want to show her the Northern Lights, the pyramids, the Himalayas, the Great Barrier Reef, and so much more.
I also just want to watch her enjoy a funny story told by one of my favorite people while eating thebestbread pudding ever made.
I want to make her life as incredible as it can possibly be.