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She walked me to the door and I let her hug me briefly. She had a comforting, flowery smell that reminded me of Ophelia. As she pulled back, she cupped my cheek.
“I care about you, Merrick,” she said. “I want more than anything to see you happy. But it’s going to break your heart when Clara marries Osian.”
My tongue felt dry. “I know. But I can’t give her the future she wants.”
I drove home and parked the Audi in the garage beside Clara’s car. The front hallway light was on. She was home, probably in her own bed.
Tiredly, I let myself in and went to the kitchen, but stopped in the doorway. Clara was at the table with a coffee and her laptop. She wore one of my t-shirts and knee socks. No panties, I could see a sliver of her pussy between her thighs.
“Clara,” I said softly.
She looked up. “Where were you?”
“I had work,” I said, deciding to be truthful. “Then I had an appointment with my therapist.”
“Oh,” she said, surprised. “I was out with Osian.”
“Yeah? How did that go?”
“He was in a bad mood, but when he saw the bracelet he seemed fine,” she said. “I told him I wanted to wait until our wedding night and he wasn’t happy about it, but he agreed.”
“Oh,” I said. “That’s good.”
She slipped from the stool and crossed the room and slid her palms up my chest. Her eyes locked on mine, soft and vulnerable.
“I’m sorry for this morning,” she said. “My father is a sore spot for me. I reacted badly. You don’t have to move any of your things.”
“I understand,” I said. “I’m sorry too.”
“You didn’t do anything wrong.”
I took her in my arms and kissed her mouth, tasting peppermint coffee and whipped cream. My dick twitched despite my best efforts to control it. She felt it and she pulled back, smirking.
“Where am I sleeping tonight?” she whispered.
“My bed,” I said, kissing her forehead. “Where you belong.”
We went up to bed and moved through our nighttime rituals. Like we’d been together forever. She snuggled up under the covers and I slid in beside her and pushed her shirt up. Running my hand down and working the tight muscles in her lower back.
She let out a little sigh, curling deeper into the pillows. I buried my nose in her hair and closed my eyes. Blocking out everything but her warmth and the scent of jasmine.
“I know this has to end,” she whispered sleepily. “But before it does, I want to know what it would be like to be yours. Just so I can remember later when it’s all over.”
“You are mine,” I murmured after a while.
She hadn’t heard me. She was already asleep.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
CLARA
Christmas and New Year’s came and went, but Merrick was always busy during those months so I only saw him once or twice a week. Then it was February and Merrick said something about business slowing down until April. I didn’t ask him to explain because it gave me exactly what I craved.
Merrick, all to myself.
Osian decided he was going with his father to do a tour of their family businesses overseas early in the month. He’d be gone for twelve weeks, learning the ropes. I suspected it was less about training to take over the business and more about getting his dick wet all over Europe.
Maybe it would have bothered me if I wasn’t spending every free minute in Merrick’s bed.
