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During the past few months, I’d found that talking to myself when I was about to lose it helped me keep my sanity. Amnesia was a nightmare. The knowledge that you’d lost part of your life did a number on you, and I had found a way to endure it.

“Are you all right?” Esteban asked, getting me out of that reverie.

I grinned. “I am now.”

We made love like there was no tomorrow, letting all that longing turn into raw passion. When he sank into me, I was home.

No one would tear us apart again.

Chapter 23: A Second Chance

Esteban

Iwatched from the table as Robbie prepared our breakfast, naked. I’d taken that beautiful ass of his again and again until I was sated, but my cock still stirred as he bent over to retrieve the fork he dropped.

Fucking hell.

I’d never tire of making him come. Of losing myself inside him. I lost count of how many times I fucked him last night and claimed him in every possible way. On top of me. Over the bed. In my mouth. Against the window. He’d taken everything.

He was so pliable, so submissive.

He’d asked me to be hard. To leave marks. And fucking hell, those red asscheeks were making it hard to concentrate on anything except imagining running my tongue over each.

When we were done, we were both bathed in each other’s essence. It was one of our kinks, and, hell, did I love it.

After a long shower, I ordered him to stay naked with me.

Being the angel he was, he obliged. Now it was my time for penitence, as I knew I had to give him a break to recover so I could have that sweet ass of his again tonight.

“Let’s have a party.” His bubbly voice brought me out of my fantasy.

I scrunched my eyebrows, trying to shift my lewd thoughts to whatever Robbie was talking about. “Sorry. Can you say that again?”

He chuckled. “A party. I want to see everyone!”

I smiled back. “Sure. When do you want it?”

“How about today?” A grin covered his face as he managed to move the two plates filled with fried eggs, toast, and bacon to the table.

The scent of bacon wafted over me, making my stomach rumble.

How the fuck could I say no to him? “Sure, babe. We’ll invite them over.” I’d make sure everyone came. The fuck with their plans.

Robbie beamed. “No. I want to meet them where it all happened.”

The smile fell off my face as I remembered the night I lost him. “No. It’s too hard. I don’t think I can go there again.”

He held my hand. “I know, baby. But it’s something I need to do. I want to move forward, to replace that memory with a new one. A new beginning.”

My heart was heavy. A claw squeezed it to the point of pain. But if he needed this to move on, I’d do it. “Okay.”

Robbie clapped. “This is so exciting. We’ll meet everyone tonight at Xolo Taco.”

I nodded, biting into my buttered toast. “Tonight it is.”

Robbie called everyone, his smile contagious. He put it on speaker since I wanted to hear their reactions.

First, he called Steph and Eva. He had to hold the phone at arm’s length as they screamed. They were the first to confirm. Then he called Raúl, who had just finished one of his lectures. I could swear he sobbed over the phone, but his voice was centered. He’d cancel a test to be there too. I enjoyed every minute of it until Robbie called Miguel, who was with Quique at the gallery. They were both ecstatic, then Miguel asked to talk in private. Robbie put the phone to his ear and widened his eyes, then ran into our room and locked the door.