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93: All Is Forgiven

Author: Lily S. W
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Wren

We’ve barely made it into our suite when I leap into his arms. He catches me effortlessly.

“You want this as bad as I do, don’t you, sweetheart?” His palms splay across my ass while my arms go around his neck as he walks us into the bedroom.

“You know I do,” I murmur. “Thank you for bringing Judi. I missed her, and I’m sorry for telling her when you said I shouldn’t.”

He nuzzles the under of my chin. “All is forgiven. I’m just glad she hasn’t spilled it.”

“She won’t. Trust me, she knows how complicated and risky it is.”

“Yea, if someone were to find out and tell Ray before we do…” he trails off, eyes glazed over and jaw tight.

I frown. “You good?”

“I am happy to be here with you.” He smiles wide.

A nagging feeling settles in my stomach. He’s hiding something, and I have a feeling he’s not going to tell me.

I’d pry but I don’t want to spoil the mood, and so my own smile stretches my face as I glance back at the large bed. “We have a big bed.”

“We do.”

“There’s a lot to do on it.
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