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“Yes.” Brea...
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“Because I need you gripping my cock. Coating my cock. Coming on my coc...
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“I need words, Madds. Yes, Cruz, fuck me with your hard cock. Yes, Cruz, give me every goddamn inch. Yes, Cruz, make a mess of me. Yes, Cruz, fuck me so hard that when I leave this room, all I can think about is being fucked again.”
“Yes.” It’s hard to swallow over the desire and need that’s building. “Please.”
“Fucking hell,”
He’s the guilty pleasure I never knew existed and now wonder how I’ll ever live without. It’s his words. It’s his actions. It’s the feel of his cock teasing each and every nerve within. It’s the grip of his hands on my skin that say I’m his. That he’s mine. That he’s controlling every ounce of pleasure until there is no control left. Just bliss. Just him. Just us. Just the way we seemingly fit perfect together.
“Yes, Cruz,” I utter, knowing his hand can feel the vibration of my words. “Make a mess of me.”
“Fuck me. Now. Hard. Deep. Just . . . now.”
“Maddix.”
“Mine,” he murmurs and then presses his lips to the skin of my shoulder while my heart stumbles over that single syllable. “Just fucking mine.”
“Come for me, Madds. Gush for me.”
my lower back as his fingers work me over. Again and again. Until my body tenses. And the orgasm washes over me.
It’s the knowing each other’s bodies so well now that we react without asking. We know without guiding. We please without urging. It’s making love when we can’t utter the words. When I can’t utter the words.
“Thank you for today,” Maddix murmurs as she drifts off to sleep, a soft smile on her lips and my heart in her fucking hands.
She owns my heart. Believes in me. And somehow her father does too even though I don’t deserve that either. “You’re a good man if the past few days are any indication. And if you don’t love her, you’re going to make whatever reason you break up with her about you. Not her.” I will do everything I can to protect her heart, Gavin. Especially letting her go . . . even if it kills me in the process.
“Come for me, Madds.”
A lick. A suck.
“Come on my t...
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A quickening of his fingers ...
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“I want your taste seared into...
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Another circle over my clit. And then my ...
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“Cross.”
“What the fuck? Who told you about—goddamn Sofia. Trying to make every fucking thing right when all us Navarros can do is be wrong,” he grits out. “You don’t know Cross and you sure as hell don’t get to call me that.”
“Why? Isn’t that who you are? Isn’t that the man I love? The one who dances in the kitchen when he thinks I’m not watching? The one who can glance across the garage at me and I know exactly what he’s thinking? The one who can’t tell me the words he feels but shows me how he feels each and every day? Cross. He’s the man I fell in love with. He’s the man you’ve kept hidden from the world, Cruz, but not from me. I’ve met him. He’s a part of you. And that man? He’s the one I love.”
“Too bad that man doesn’t exist anymore.” He turns from me and walks out the door without another word. “You sur...
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It takes everything I have not to go after him. To beg him. To convince him that I was going to tell him. That I am madly in love with him. That all he had to do was ask me to stay. But I don’t. I stand on the rooftop in the middle of Monaco with ...
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“I love you, Cross Navarro. I love you for everything you are and for everything no one sees.” I stand back up with tear-blurred eyes. “You’re letting her win. You’re letting him win. Pretty ironic for a man who has spent his own life chasing each and every victory.” I take a step back. “And yet you don’t choose to chase me.”
I whisper goodbye. And when the jet takes off and we fly over the city that has been my home for several months, I press my hand to the glass of the window and say, “I’ll always love you.”
“Goodbye, Madds,” I whisper as I watch the jet become a speck in the sky. “I love you.” I love you so much it hurts. I love you so much I’m letting you go. I made a promise to your father. One I am keeping. Because I can’t give you what you need right now. And what you deserve is the world and every fucking thing in it.
There has to be fifty bouquets of dahlias filling up every surface in there. It’s a jaw-dropping display in every color and every species. They are simply stunning.
Madds— It might take some time. But I’m going to win you back. I’m learning to be the man you deserve. L _ _ _ —Cross
I’ll earn the O. The V. And the E. Once I do, then you can decide if you want to forgive me.
Me: I already know the answer.
Cruz: I’m glad. It’ll make earning it that much easier. But let me earn it, Madds. Let me prove to you how much you mean to me. Let me prove that you make me a better man....
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There are a million reasons I’ve fallen in love with Cruz Navarro yet, it’s all of the little ones that mean the most.
There is a place on the halo that cages in the racers and protects them that they often put stickers or advertisements for their sponsors. But Cruz’s sponsorship sticker is gone. In its place is a sticker that says “L O _ _ You, Madds” with a heart right after.
But let me earn it, Madds. Let me prove to you how much you mean to me. Let me prove that you make me a better man.
He’s not only trying to prove it to me—declare it to me—but also to the world. Weeks ago he couldn’t say the word...
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I feel like I’m floating on air. He’s trying. He’s proving. He’...
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Cruz: That P2 was for you.
“Look out the window of the conference room,”
There are four separate images. The first one is of Cruz standing in a field of dahlias holding a huge sign with the letter L above his head. The second is him standing on the rooftop of his complex—a place only I’d know since I’ve been there with him—holding the letter O above his head. The third image is him on a Jet Ski in the middle of the Mediterranean, standing on its seat, with the letter V held above his head. And the last one is him sitting in his Formula 1 car, helmet on, buckled in, holding a blank sign above his head—for what I can assume is an E to be earned later.
“He’s telling the world he’s not afraid anymore. He’s telling me he’s not afraid,”
Madds— I finally figured out a name for us. I think it fits. See if you can figure it out. —Cross
I open the black velvet box to find a stunning diamond tennis bracelet. It’s segmented with an X and then a heart, each section linked by a round diamond. I stare at the glittery diamonds and then finally get it. CrossHart.
CrossHart.
“Cruz. The banner. The bracelet. The nickname. It’s all too much. I appreciate it and will cherish it always, but I don’t need stuff. I just need you.”
He loves me. He really loves me.
She’s going to kill me for this. Absolutely fucking kill me. And I couldn’t be happier.
Your boss has approved some much-needed downtime. Take this ticket to the car waiting out front. I’m about to earn that E. —Cross
