Page 91 of Release Me

He shakes his head once, firm. ‘Not tonight. Tonight’s ours.’

But the silence between us hums with what’s unsaid—if Anthony doesn’t already know—sooner or later, he’ll find out exactly who I’m with.

And there will be a war.

‘Hey.’ Rian cups my chin, tilting my face to look at his. ‘It’s going to be okay. My family and I are working on it. I promise.’

‘Thank you.’ I wish I could believe him—that it’s going to be alright, not that his family are working on things.

‘When he finds out I’m never going back, he won’t rest until he’s taken everything from me. My business. My reputation. Maybe even you.’

‘You’re never going back.’ He repeats the words slowly, like they’re only just sinking in.

‘Never. I can’t be without you,’ my voice cracks. ‘If you’ll have me.’

‘Of course I’ll have you.’ He reaches for me then, pressing a kiss to my temple. ‘I love you.’

‘And I love you.’ I glance down at the obscenely large diamond rings on my fingers—a statement of my husband’s wealth, not his affection. I slide them off, slowly, deliberately. My hand feels naked, but my soul feels liberated.

‘I may have nothing but the clothes on my back by the time he’s done with me,’ I sigh.

‘I’d prefer if he took them too. I love it when you’re naked.’ Rian slides his hand over my inner thigh with a smirk. ‘Wait!’ His head jerks up. ‘I think I found the solution.’

Chapter Forty

RIAN

I’m a man of my word. Which is why even though my head is whirring with a million ideas of how to free Rebekka from losing Remington Publishing, my tongue is slowly sliding between her legs, waking her up the precise way I promised.

She tastes fucking amazing. I pin her thighs to the bed as her eyes fly open and her lower back arches off the bed.

‘Good morning.’ I pause, waggling my eyebrows.

‘It certainly is.’ She sighs happily as I tease her, working her slowly with my mouth and my hands.

‘You’re so fucking good at that,’ she moans, lifting her head off the pillow to get a better view. ‘But please, I need to feel you inside of me.’

‘Patience,’ I murmur, licking her clit, savouring every second.

Her hips jolt upwards. ‘I’ve been patient for three years, ten weeks and five days. Patience is fucking overrated.’ She grins, fingers digging into my shoulder blades.

‘That, I have to agree with.’ I crawl up the bed, running my tongue up over her stomach, pausing to tease each nippleas I nudge my hips between her legs. She wraps them around my waist, heels digging into my back as she pushes me deeper inside her. I ease myself in and sigh with sheer carnal pleasure, thrusting into her again and again.

‘Your pussy is pulsing for me,’ I moan into her mouth.

‘It’s greedy for your cum.’ She grinds herself against me.

‘Wait until we’re trying for a baby. I’ll have to cum inside you at least five times a day.’ I thrust into her the thought of filling her womb with my child makes me feral.

She stills underneath me, hooded eyes fly open. ‘You want to have babies with me?’

Fuck.

Did I overstep?

I rest my weight on my elbows. My cock is deep inside her core, and I can feel the tiny telltale tremors assuring me her release is shimmering on the horizon. Unless me and my big mouth have ruined it. Trust me to talk myself out of a ride.

‘I er…’ I suppose there’s no point holding back now. ‘Yes. I’d fucking love you to have my babies.’