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Thick arms cage me in against the sterile white walls, my chest heaving against Fin’s as he pushes in real close and dips low enough to meet my eyes with an intensity that has me biting my lip.
“You’re right, sweetness,” he breathes, that air washing over my face as he reaches up, using his thumb to pop my lip free from my teeth. “You don’t have a boyfriend.”
Wait, this is not going how I thought.
The last few weeks of amazing sex and connection have been for nothing? It was just a fling with a rockstar?
But he told me he loved me.
“You have a fuckingman,Cedar.” I blink up at the near snarl on his face, it’s so intense. So serious.
So hot.
“And when a man tells you heloves you, that’s it. Full fucking stop.”
What?
“You’reit, sweetness.”
I blink, struck dumb as my heart thunders in my chest.
“Call me whatever you want. I don’t care. But know I’m all fuckingyours.”
“Mine?” I reach up because it feels wrong not to touch him and plant my palms against his adrenaline fueled pecs.
“Yeah,” Fin says tenderly, his tone a complete contrast to the shit he just delivered, his heart pounding so hard in his chest that I feel it in my palms. “Yours.”
“Mine.” I test the word on my tongue, the weight of it weird, but somehow … good.
Because Finland Montgomery is giving himselfto me.
“So when someone asks you,” Fin leans down, making sure his shining eyes capture and hold mine, “what do you fuckin’ say?”
My lip finds its way back between my teeth for a good nibble when my eyes start to itch and my chest fills with this foreign feeling I’ve carrying around for a while now—the one that Sara called love when I panicked and asked her about it. “That you’re mine?”
And God help me, I fucking believe my therapist with my whole being.
“That’s right.” He nods, one single curt tilt of his head. “All fucking yours.”
“Okay.”
The softness of Fin’s features slide enough to let that wicked smirk shine through and shoot straight to the spot between my legs.
“Let’s get out of here.” Fin pushes off from the wall and snags my hand in his massive one. “It’s time for me to worship my queen.”
Epilogue One
Fin
MonthsLater…
Staring at the paperwork in my trembling grip that Cedar had me hold on to—because her dress doesn’t have pockets and ‘just in case, Fin’—I shake my head on a stiff neck and chuckle to myself.
Of course she really did.
That’s my girl.
I reach up and tug at the stiff collar of my dress shirt. Then I tug at my tie that’s tied way too fucking tight around my neck and amplifies the nerves battling in my stomach. I’m soaked in a perspiration that’s probably going to ruin my chances of getting the deposit back on this rental.
