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“Luciana.” His voice softens just a fraction. “I’m here. I’ll always be here. Waiting for you.”

I watch his profile in the passing streetlights—the strong line of his jaw, the tension coiled in every muscle—and everything I feel for this man overflows.

“I know, Cade,” I whisper. “It’s just . . . our life has been so full.”

I count on my fingers. “Between business school, Guilty Pleasures, the Reaper Druids, Outfit drama, Nico, Dante, Sophie, Addy and their kids, Reese, Uncle Jacques . . . and you.” My breath catches, my throat tightening. “You, Cade . . .” Tears blur my vision as my words falter. “You’re . . . a lot.”

Eyes still on the road, his hand squeezes my thigh, grounding me without a word.

Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine being loved like this. Cade loves with a quiet intensity, with a depth no man so full of shadows and sheathed violence should be capable of. “Cade,” I sob softly, overwhelmed. “I just . . . I can’t believe we have this. Us.”

“Shh, baby.” He takes the next turn too fast, but the Ford holds steady under his control. “Dante’s right. You’re too wrapped up in me.”

I find myself smiling through my tears. “I know. It’s so fucking unhealthy. We should break up.”

We both burst out laughing, the sound easing the weight of the moment.

Suddenly, the future isn’t a bleak question mark. Suddenly, I can give him more.“So, what do you want Caden?”

Cade doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he pulls into our private parking garage with a squeal of tires, kills the engine, and turns to me.

Hiseyes are almost black in the dim light, the intensity in them making me melt. His hand moves to splay over my belly. “I want to put a baby inside you. Tonight.”

I laugh, even as heat races down my spine. “I don’t think it works that way, Tarzan.”

“No?”

Before I can say more, he’s rounding the hood and yanking my door open.

My back hits the side of the truck as his lips meet mine, nipping and teasing until my mouth opens wide on a ragged sigh, begging for more.

I slide my tongue along his, kissing him the way I’ve only been dreaming of in the last three days. My sigh morphs into a moan as he tears off his jacket and his shirt, and my greedy fingers dig into warm skin and gloriously hard muscles.

“We’re not making it upstairs,” he growls against my mouth, as unzips his fly. “You know that, right?”

Only last week, we agreed to only have sex behind closed doors, but . . .

God, his cock . . .

I cave instantly, wrapping my fingers around him. “I’m sure we can make an exception on this occasion—”

Cade’s hands fist in the nape of my buttoned-up jacket, and the sound of ripping fabric fills the garage.

“Hey!” I shriek, shoving at his chest. “That was couture!”

“It was in my way.” He pulls the torn fabric from me, and I’m shocked to find I’m left only in my lacy bra.

He ripped my suit and shirt clean—in one single tug.

God, he’s strong.

My core melts, and all thoughts of ruined designer clothes evaporate as I leap on him.

Myscream echoes off concrete walls as he fucks me hard and deep against the Ford.

“Mine,” he rasps against my neck. “You’re mine.”

“Forever. I want forever.” I whisper, finally brave enough to demand it.