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“Nah. Not when you guys get married and start popping out kids. You’ll need all the room for them.”

Fuck. The thought of marrying her and her pregnant with my child gets my heart racing. Goddammit, the thought goes straight to my cock. I’ve been turned on ever since I first saw her in that dress tonight, but the thought of that possible future with her has me harder than ever before.

“I’m heading to bed. I’ll see you in the morning, Cuz,” I say, downing the last sip.

I quickly place my glass in the sink and the bottle back up in the cabinet before walking up the two flights of stairs to my room. I turned the entire third floor into my own private suite. It’s a large open room now. It has a sitting area with a T.V. and a fireplace along the right wall. My desk is also on the right side of the room, and my bed is on the left. In the center of the far wall are the French doors leading to the balcony that overlooks the lake. Two other doors are along the left wall near my bed. One leads to a large walk-in closet, the other to my master bathroom.

Everything in here was designed for me to escape the world. I have everything I could need to just hide away for a while if needed. Hell, I even have a mini fridge for snacks and drinks. It’s almost perfect.

The only thing missing is her.

I need to take a long, hot shower to relax. My entire body feels tense from the unknown. Too many things to think about at once. But the most important one is why doesn’t she remember me?

I strip off my clothes and instantly regret it. The scent of her perfume still lingers on them from when I held her in my arms. It was wrapped around me and now it’s slowly disappearing. That familiar scent will forever be engraved in my memory. I love that she still wears it after all these years.

I let the hot water flow over my skin as I rest my back against the cool tile. My head tilts back, looking through the skylight at the moon. I wonder if she’ll like it here. If not, I can change whatever she wants. Fuck it. We’ll move if she doesn’t like living on the lake. Whatever she wants, she gets.

One step at a time. I have to make her see that she can still be a lawyer at our firm, and we can be together. There’s nothing in the rules that says otherwise. Plus, it’s practically my fucking company. I can do whatever I want.

I run my fingers through my hair, tugging on the strands. I need her so fucking badly, and she’s right there. She’s right fucking there. I nearly had her. My hand trails down my body before I slowly wrap each finger around my length.

“Fuck, Willow,” I groan as I close my eyes.

I can still feel her lips against mine. I can taste her on my tongue. I can feel the way her body melted into mine.

My cock pulses in my grip at the thought of her body pressed against me. When I was holding her, showing her how to aim at the target, I could feel her relaxing in my arms.

I stroke myself faster to the fantasy of her. In the past, I’ve always tried to think of what she’d look like after all these years. Then Monty was able to run her info through age-progression software and the look was so similar to what I’ve always dreamed she would be. But now I have the real face for the body in my dreams. She’s fucking perfect.

Those curvy hips and tight ass. Those perfect tits I want to hold onto while I fuck her. Those plump lips I want wrapped around my cock. Damnit. I wonder if that sharp tongue of hers is just as good at sucking cock as she is at being defiant.

“Oh, fuck,” I whisper as my hips thrust, adding to the feeling of this fantasy.

I’m so close. So fucking close.

“Kiss me.”

The way she whispered those words does it for me. I come hard. My back arches as I tighten my fist. Pumping out every last drop before watching it swirl down the drain.

“Soon, Little Rabbit, you will be mine.”

CHAPTER 23

WILLOW

“Rise and shine, sleepyhead.”

Jenna has never been an early riser, so why the hell is she intruding on my sleep on a Saturday morning before my alarm goes off?

“Jenna, it’s not even eight a.m.,” I groan.

“No. It’s eleven thirty a.m.,” she teases.

“What?” I shout as I sit up quickly and grab my phone. “Why the fuck didn’t my alarm go off?”

“I turned it off last night so you could sleep in. You looked like you needed it, babe. Now come on. There’s something downstairs for you.”

She’s standing in my doorway, leaning against the frame. She’s still wearing the baggy T-shirt from last night, but now has on a pair of leggings and her Grinch slippers.