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soft and warm, but her question sent a chill through me.
    “Can we talk about it when we get home? After we get married?” I asked softly, almost begging her to let it go for now.
    “What did you do?” She was so quiet and calm, it was more nerve-racking.
    I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to lie, but I didn't want to tell her. Taking over her public image behind her back was considerably more invasive than buying her a new car. Thrusting her into the public eye the way I was might not sit well with her. I knew there was a ninety-percent chance she would be furious, and a ten-percent chance she was using me for fame and would be ecstatic. And even if that ten percent were true, she wasn't getting rid of me. I meant everything I'd told her. I would make her fall in love with me. If it took the rest of my fucking life.
    “David?”
    “It's just—” I barely forced the words past my lips, but I couldn't bring myself to finish.
    “Did you cheat?” She sounded resigned, which scared me and pissed me off at the same time.
    “What? No! What the fuck? Sweet girl... no fucking way ,” I whispered harshly, furious she thought that was a possibility. At the same time, I was worried she knew something. 
    “Will I be upset?” There was a hint of something in her voice I didn't like.
    “Fuck, I hope not,” I breathed into her hair.
    “Is it worse than your phone issue?” she asked, seemingly at ease with whatever my answer might be.
    “No, not really.” Kinda.
    “Okay,” she whispered and settled back into the pillow.
    “Okay, what?” I stilled myself for her response.
    “David, I love you exactly how you are. I need you to be exactly how you are. If you weren't, we wouldn't be here right now. The way you treat me gives me comfort. Makes me feel loved. Let's me trust you. The things that do bother me... I understand them. I can deal with them.”
    A weight I hadn't realized I was carrying was lifted. Right now, she loved me. If I found out later she still loved Zach, I'd deal with it. I'd deal with him.  
    “I love you so much. I'm never letting you go.” I breathed her in, pulling her tighter against me. “Go back to sleep, sweetheart.”
    “Fuck me, David. Fuck me to sleep.” My cock jumped at her throaty plea.
    “We've gotta ton to do when we land. If I get inside you again, you won't be sleeping for hours, but I'll make you come until you fall asleep,” I whispered thickly, shoving my thigh between hers. I licked my fingers and pushed my hand down the front of her yoga pants, eager to give her what she wanted.
    Pressing my lips to the back of her delicate neck, my slick fingers slipped through her soft folds, finding her swollen clit, circling it slowly. Teasingly. Her hips jerked back into me and my eyes closed as I gritted my teeth, restraining myself.
    Goddamn , she always did this to me. All I could think about was burying my cock in her tight cunt and fucking her 'til neither of us could walk. 
    My other hand wedged under her, sliding under her shirt, pushing inside her bra. I groaned, palming her bare breast, then squeezing. The weight and heat felt perfect in my hand, making the lingering anxiety inside me uncoil.  
    I should have been worried about my uncontrollable, violent craving for her, how much I wanted her, what I was willing to do to keep her, but she was the only thing that had ever filled that emptiness inside me. She made everything right.
    My thumb and forefinger closed around her engorged nipple, tugging firmly. Her breath hitched and her body bucked, her head pushed against my shoulder. Seeing her vulnerable neck exposed, I leaned in, latching on with lips and teeth, sucking the tender skin into my mouth.
    “ Oh . Oh, yes,” she cried out, her chest heaving.
    I rolled her nipple roughly and she let out a long guttural groan that had my pulse racing and my dick throbbing. I licked her neck, my tongue firmly tracing along her throbbing vein.
    “Bite me,” she breathed,