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“That sounds lovely.” I smile up at him, his eyes darkening as he pulls me off the dance floor. We say a quick goodbye to friends and family before he’s ushering me outside and into the back of our waiting car.

Cyrus’ arms wrap around me as he carries me over the threshold of our home and up the stairs to our bedroom. I moved in with him the day we came back from New York. Of course, there was no negotiation and I didn’t mind because I didn’t want to spend another night away from him.

“How does it feel to be Mrs. Presley Gates?” His lips graze my neck as he undoes the buttons of my wedding dress.

“I don’t recall agreeing to change my last name,” I tease him. His hands still, then I hear a swift sound right before the sting of his palm lands square against my ass.

“Don’t test me, Mrs. Gates. Is this how you want to start off our marriage?”

I look over my shoulder at him. “Maybe.”

He slides the dress down my body, his arms wrapping around me as his hands come to rest against my belly.

“How’s my son doing? Are you both feeling okay?”

“Yes, sending my hormones into overdrive, but we’re both feeling well.”

Since the second I told Cyrus I was pregnant, his protective instincts kicked into high gear. I didn’t realize he could get any more protective. I also didn’t realize he could get more turned on, but the man can’t get enough of me.

“How can I help with that?” He doesn’t give me time to respond before turning me to face him, his hands sliding up my neck as his mouth finds mine.

“Just don’t stop.” I moan as he trails kisses down to my breasts.

“It’s been a year now and we’re officially married so you know what that means?” He pulls back to look at me. “I can get you pregnant.”

“Um, I think we already accomplished that.” I laugh.

“Mmm, yes. Well, let’s just pretend I haven’t so we’re going to need to try really”—he kisses my nipple—“really”—then my other nipple—“hard.”

“I like the sound of that, Mr. Gates.”

He leads me to the bed, undressing himself and crawling up my body to settle over me.

“You have completely transformed my life, making me realize what I was missing, making me realize that I could be a better man. You and”—he reaches down to touch my belly again—“our family is all that matters to me, my entire world.”

“You’re my world too, baby.” I wrap my arms around his neck. “There’s nothing else I need or want. I feel so blessed to not only have my dream job, my dream husband, and now our son… It feels like it’s all too good to be true.”

“And you’re happy? Truly happy?” he asks.

“More than I ever thought possible.”

“Good.” He leans in and kisses me gently. “But the real question I have for you, Mrs. Gates, is, are you done looking for trouble?” I laugh as he squeezes my ribs.

“Yes.” I smile. “I was done looking for trouble the second I met you… because I finally found it.”

You know that feeling—the one where you tell yourself it’s a terrible idea but you’re going to do it anyway?

Even though you know that this man isn’t just your father’s best friend who’s twenty years your senior…he’s your new boss.

I’m the good girl that’s always done the right thing and yet here I am, fresh out of grad school feeling directionless in life and love.

So at the suggestion of my once estranged billionaire father, I agree to an interview at his best friend’s company.

The moment I step into Beckham Archer’s office, I recognize"Mr. Daddy Issues."

The mysterious, older man I shamelessly flirted with only a few nights ago…the same man who left my number in a crumpled ball on the bar top before disappearing.

The power he possesses drives me absolutely wild, making me want to cross the boundaries he demanded we put into place.

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