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“I like perfect,” I murmured. “I like imperfect too. I like wild and reckless moments that you never forget.”
My wife was sneaking out. My wife.
I’d married Eloise. Married.
A cuddler. Of course I’d marry a woman who cuddled. I loathed cuddling. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
down. He’d convinced them to give me more time to prove myself.
myself? There was a reason Mom and Dad didn’t spend
“The next time you talk about any other man inside this body, I’ll spank your ass so red you won’t sit for a week.”
“This body.” He nipped at the base of my neck as his finger slipped inside. “You think I didn’t like fucking you, Eloise?”
“Don’t run away from me. Don’t pretend that you don’t know what it feels like when I’m fucking you.”
A strong arm wrapped around my shoulders, stopping another lame apology. Jasper hauled me backward, flush against his chest. “That’s enough.” Griffin’s gaze leveled on Jasper. “This is a private conversation.” “You’re yelling at my wife.”
And for everything he poured into that searing kiss, I sent it right back. The thunder to his lightning. We were a storm. Two souls lost in the pouring rain.
Eloise was my wife. There wasn’t a damn thing fake about this marriage. Not anymore.
“Watch it,” Jasper rumbled. “That’s my wife.”
Eloise Eden owned me. I loved that woman. I loved her in a way I hadn’t even known existed. A soul-deep, undying love.
I owed Winn my life. Eloise’s life. They were one and the same.
