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“I do.” I kissed her again, whispering a mantra across her lips. “I do love you. I do.”

My heart pummeled my chest as I gathered her in my arms, getting lost in the girl as I nudged my swollen cock into her warm center. My mouth devoured her—her taste, her every little sound—as I made love to the woman I loved.

“Don’t leave me,” she whimpered, clinging to me so tightly my lungs struggled for breath. “Please, Zeno, don’t let me go.”

“Never.” It was a promise whispered against her skin. A plea for her to pledge the same.

I couldn’t lose her. I couldn’t let her go. I loved Clara Vinci with everything in me, and I would die before I let anyone else take her away from me.

I made love to her in my attic bed, telling her over and over what I’d been too scared to say for far too long. “I love you, so much. I love you, and I’ll never let you go.”

Coaxing her out of her tears was a torture I wasn’t sure I could withstand, but I did it. I brought her back to me. I held her close as she fell apart in my arms, then spilled my seed into her womb, wanting to stay there forever, wanting to make love to her all over again.

But the world had other ideas. My phone rang on my side table, and I knew without looking, it was a call I couldn’t miss. I dragged myself away from her side, grabbed my phone, and held it to my ear.

“Hello—”

“Dr. Zee?” Lyndsey Mayer said, cutting in before I could finish the word. “I need your help.”

“What’s going on?”

“It’s Angelo. I haven’t seen him since Monday.”

“Goddammit.”

“He was getting better. Then he just… ran away.”

I huffed out a strained breath. On the bed, Clara looked at me from between her legs, and her brokenness hit me again, the sight of her swollen eyes and her swollen pussy reminding me I had so much making up to do.

“Dr. Zee?”

I gave my head a shake, forcing myself to remember where I was. “It’s okay, Lyndsey. I’ll take care of it.”

Hanging up, I muted my phone, then tossed it face down onto my chair. Then I stalked back to the bed, back to Clara and her broken heart and her weeping pussy. I knelt between her legs, pressed a kiss to her lips as I thrust my dick into my new favorite place in my house.

I’d take care of it tomorrow.

For now, I needed to take care of my girl.

24

Clara

Zee loves me.

I repeated those words like a mantra all week, as if repeating it could make it true.

He promised he loves me.

He tried proving it to me. Each minute he wasn’t busy with his patients or Nadia, he was with me. Over me. Inside me. Showing me the ways a man could love a woman. The way he loved me.

He loves me.

No matter how many times I said it, I had to pinch myself, because I couldn’t believe it was real. And that was a real problem.

“No, no! Don’t!” Nadia let out a quiet sigh as, once again, she reached for the nail polish remover so she could help me clean the color I’d left after pinching my arm.

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled, slumping in my chair.