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beautiful now.” He caught my chin between his fingers and pulled me in for a soft kiss. My hands wrapped around his neck on instinct, my mouth open and welcoming him as I melted against his body.  
    A low rumble fell from his lips as he broke the kiss and held me at arm’s length. “Wish like hell I didn’t have to work today.”  
    “It’s okay. I have a hundred things to do.” I buttoned the shirt around my torn dress as I spoke.  
    “Well, make it a hundred and one. I want you back here with me tonight.” Beau pulled a pair of jeans up his strong legs and pulled a clean white shirt from his drawer.  
    “Yes, Mr. Loup.” A Cheshire cat grin turned my lips.  
    His growl was the only response I got before his hands were at my waist and he was spinning me in his arms. As he bent me over the bed, he pulled up his crisp shirt and the hem of my dress, his palm stroking my bare bottom as if he adored it. I missed its absence a moment later when he landed a swift spank on my right cheek.  
    “Ow!” I jumped and squirmed, his palm pressed at my back, preventing me from getting far.  
    “Mm, love seeing my handprint on your ass, petite rouge .” He stroked the fading sting with his palms, leaving me surprisingly comforted. “Now, say thank you.”
    Lust rocketed through my brain. Thank you? He expected me to thank him after a spanking?
    “Scarlet?” his delicious tenor sing-songed.  
    “What if I don’t want to?” I turned, taunting but with an undertone of seriousness.  
    One dark eyebrow rose, and his fingers slipped through my dripping sex, swirling arousal across the skin of my thighs. “Thank me, petite rouge .”  
    I watched riveted as he slipped his finger, coated in my juices, into his mouth and sucked it clean.  
    “Thank you, Beau.”  
    “Mmm…I’m saving the rest of you for tonight.” He grinned wickedly and helped me off the bed, righting my dress and locking his hand in mine.  
    Butterflies battered my rib cage as we walked through his cabin hand in hand. Down the front porch steps, the very same he’d carried me over last night, he escorted me outside and into the bright summer sunshine. My eyes glazed as bliss bombarded my brain. I could see myself here, with him, forever. I could see it. I could feel it in my bones. With him, I knew.  
    “Be a good girl while I’m at work, baby.” His warm gaze heated my skin, his lips descending to meet my own. Every nerve in my body tingled when he slipped his arms around my waist, and I pressed up on my tiptoes to return the kiss. I was definitely too short, he was definitely too tall, but together we were perfect.  
    “I’ll miss you,” I confessed when we pulled apart.  
    “Keep kissing me like that and I won’t leave.” He pressed another kiss to my lips, one of his hands fidgeting at the hem of my dress, dusting my thighs.  
    “Later?” I backed away, our hands still locked and stretching between us.  
    He pulled me back to him swiftly, crushing my body against his and landing another dark kiss across my lips, his tongue pushing further, deeper, longer this time. “Later,” he murmured when he finished.  
    I nodded, taking a few tentative steps backward, our gazes still locked. I waved softly, a shy smile on my lips, while his gaze held mine with unwavering intensity.  
    My cheeks burned with the smile that lit my face. I ran a hand through my hair, relishing the scent of him. My lips were still a little swollen from his kisses, my vagina felt sore and a little raw, but it only reminded me of where I’d been the night before, where he’d been .  
    My fingertips fell on my lips, and I traced the bow, remembering his body pressed against mine.  
      It was heaven, and he was heaven, and I couldn't imagine a single thing that could shatter this bubble.

TEN
    Beau
    I smoothed the grout on a row of outdoor tile just as my cell vibrated in my pocket. I had employees who did the manual labor, but I loved the feeling of