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“That’s right, daddy’s favorite. My baby. Cum for daddy. Cum on daddy’s dick. You can do it, pretty baby. There you go. Look at you, Yaya. You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”

“Gino, oh my god.” She moaned long and hard, and I bit down on my lip.

“Shit, Yara. I’m cummin’, baby. You pullin’ this nut up out of me.” I couldn’t help it. I came right up inside her.

We breathed heavily together, and after several seconds, I finally pulled out of her and lay down next to her.

Finally, she turned to me and said, “I want to stay in here for a few days. I don’t want to face reality or leave this bubble any time soon.”

I chuckled and pulled her close. After kissing her on the forehead, I said, “It’s whatever you want, baby. Anything you want, and it’s yours. I got you.”

And I meant that shit. Tomorrow would be a new day toward the rest of my life, and I couldn’t wait to spend it with Yara Fairchild . . . soon to be Grant, little did she know.

Chapter Twelve

YARA

The last few days had passed in a whirlwind. Gino had kept his promise, and we stayed cocooned in that fort for three whole days. We ordered takeout, showered, slept, made love, watched movies, and kept that on repeat for a whole seventy-two hours.

It was blissful, but today, I was determined to get back to the real world, whatever that might look like.

I giggled as Gino slid his hands around me from behind and kissed my neck. We were currently finishing up in the shower, and if he didn’t stop, we would go for yet another round of mind-blowing sex and have to wash off all over again. My vagina was so damn sore in the best way, but I really needed a break. Just a small one. He needed to let my coochie breathe for a couple of hours, at least.

“Gino, stop, baby. We have to get ready,” I insisted.

“For what?”

I paused. “I . . . I’m not really sure, I guess. Do I even have a job?”

“You have whatever you want, Yaya. You want a paycheck without a job? You got that too. Just let daddy know what you want.”

I blushed. “I need to work,” I whispered.

“Let’s talk about it when we get out of the shower,” he suggested, and his head dipped back down to my neck.

I sighed in pleasure as his hands moved down my breasts, pinched my nipples, caressed my scars, and then dipped into my pussy.

I winced slightly. I’d learned that Gino was very in tune with me. Over the past year, he had studied me more than I realized and took in all the information about myself that I’d given him. He was like a walking encyclopedia for Yara Fairchild.

“What’s wrong?”

I offered him a small smile. “Just a little sore.”

He turned me around and tapped my ass. “I’m sorry, baby. Can’t keep my hands off you. I’ll do my best today.”

He kissed me deeply, and I moaned. “How about just until tonight?”

He pecked my lips one more time and reached for the knob to turn the shower off. “We’ll see how you feel. We have the rest of our lives, fave.”

The butterflies that seemed to live in my stomach lately took flight. When he spoke to me as if we would be in each other’s lives years from now, I always got excited, but then my overthinking mind would stomp the excitement out. While he had studied me over the past year, I had run from him. He was another woman’s husband, and I tried not to pay attention to him like that. Basically, I didn’t know him.

But you love him, my heart urged.

I shook my head, wishing I had allowed one more day in our fort. There, I didn’t think too hard about the future or our circumstances. There, I just allowed myself to live moment to moment with a man my heart had loved from the moment I laid eyes on him.

He helped me dry off and then dried himself off before we went into my bedroom. Gino hadn’t left my side, aside from the few hours he had to leave to talk to detectives and go grab clothes from home. I watched as he went through his bag for a fresh pair of sweats and a T-shirt.

“You like what you see, Yaya?” Gino asked without looking at me.