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The thought makes my chest ache. The idea of having anyone other than my brother as my number two turns my stomach, but he has to make his own choices, and if he decides to stay with Chloe, I can’t fault him for it.

If only one of us can choose our path, I won’t begrudge him happiness.

“Contact De Marco and see if you can get a feel for her part in this.”

“I’m on it.”

I leave the office without another word.

It’s been a while since I checked in with Ronan, and it’s time I got an answer once and for all whether he wants back in the fold.

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHLOE

NOW

Warmth surrounds me as consciousness returns.

It takes a while to remember where I am and who has their arm wrapped around me, but the moment I do, my chest tightens.

The cold light of day just reminds me why I can’t give in to Kingston, no matter how badly I might want to.

His arm flexes around my middle, tugging me tight against his bare chest and…

Is that his cock?

The thick hardness pressed against my ass makes my stomach flutter with need. How did I go ten years without the touch of a man, and in the span of just a few weeks I’ve become all too aware of my own needs?

His hips shift, grinding against me in slow, deliberate motions that tell me he’s awake.

A low groan against the shell of my ear is all the confirmation I need that he knows I am too.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined waking up with you in my arms, Mama,” he murmurs, tightening the arm around me until it’s impossible for me to escape him.

Not that the thought had even crossed my mind.

It should have, but it didn’t. Not when it feels so good to have someone hold me.

“Every morning I woke up alone was pure fucking torture, but I knew you’d be worth the wait. You’re worth every lonely second I’ve lived the last ten years.”

The confession makes my chest ache for him, but I can’t let him wear me down.

“King—” I start, but I’m cut off when his hand slips beneath my shirt, and his fingers find my aching nipples.

“Fuck, Chloe. Hearing my name on your lips is going to make me blow my load all over your perky ass.”

A moan slips free of its own accord, earning me a rough chuckle.

“This is how we’re going to start every day for the rest of our lives. Some days I’ll wake you up with my cock inside you, others with my mouth on your pretty little pussy. But every morning will start with an orgasm.”

Pressing my eyes closed, I try and fail to ward off the picture he’s painting of a life where I’m the most important thing in his world.

“Do you like the sound of that, Chloe? Should we get started now? I can slip my fingers into your panties and get you off right now. I’m certain you’re soaking for me.”

I am, but I’m not going to tell him that. Not when I have to put a stop to this before it can spiral out of control.

When I don’t reply immediately, the hand on my breasts moves south, easily slipping into my stretchy lounge pants and panties.