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He gulped his whiskey. “I feel alive for the first time in years. You didn’t have to kiss my back. I know it made you nauseous.”

My eyes dropped to the floor. “It did, but...”

“But what?”

“My heart hurt for you, so I pushed the scars out of my mind.”

He smiled. It was the most handsome smile I’d ever seen on him. “You’re in love with the beast. How fitting. Your half-sisters called you ugly. So to them you’re the ugly duckling.”

I slid a hand over the back of my neck.

“Kennedy, I see your beauty. The day we first met; I was so angry with myself for letting your sharp words get under my skin. You were so breathtaking. I lost my shit. I fought my feelings for you at first. Scared to take a chance on love again. Kennedy, you make me feel alive.”

“Franco, you’re beautiful in here, too.” I pointed at his heart.

“Trust me, baby, my soul was ugly for a long time.”

His head dipped between his shoulder blades. “This is the only time I can go shirtless. In the privacy of my own home.”

He took another sip of his drink. “The beauty is stuck with the beast.”

Franco sat his glass on the piano.

Cradling mine in my hand, I stared at him. “I thought you’d let me go after you talked to Quinn.”

“No. I wouldn’t ever let you go. No matter what.” He removed the glass from my hand, placing it next to his.

Franco yanked my shorts down, letting them fall to the floor. “Spread your legs, sweetheart. I want to see how wet you are for me.”

His large hands pushed my knees apart, not waiting for me to do as he commanded. “Fuck, you’re so wet. This will never get old.”

His face dipped between my legs. He sucked my clit slowly. Like he was savoring my taste.

“Fuck, I missed how good your pussy taste,” he muttered. His deep voice sent goosebumps littering my skin.

“Franco,” I roared as I pressed my hands against the rough skin on his back.

“Your pussy taste so fucking sweet.” He slid his tongue up and down my slits, groaning like he couldn’t get enough.

“I can’t wait until you are my wife.”

“Franco, don’t say that.”

“I mean it.” His eyes locked with mine. “Now come so I can lap up your goodness, baby.”

His mouth covered my pussy. He sucked me like I was his own fucking brand of lollipop.

Tugging his hair, I shivered as my first orgasm rolled over my skin like a beautiful fall day.

“Franco, oh shit.” What had this man done to me?

Franco poured his heart out to me. He was so tender and attentive to my needs. I felt special and loved.

“That’s right, sweetheart, get ready for this dick. I plan to come deep in that pussy. Kennedy, I’m putting a baby in your belly.” His hand covered my stomach before he sucked my greedy hole.

I felt giddy at the thought of having his child. Just the act of making a baby with him set my skin on fire.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I squealed, sounding like a possessed woman.

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