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have felt at saying those words.  
    “When?”
    “For years, off and on. And with your history, I don’t know if I can trust—”
    “Don’t do that. I’m not him. My history means shit. I would never, ever fucking cheat on you. You’re all I need. Do you hear me?” I tipped her chin up to meet my eyes. Her browns widened as she took me in. “I have never cheated on anyone and I’m not starting now. I told you—you’re it for me, end of story. Don’t put Kyle’s shit on me. He’s an idiot who didn’t know what he had. I can tell you, Georgia, I will never make that mistake with you. I know exactly what I have and she's loving, and empathetic, and beautiful and sexy and irresistible. And mine.” She stared at me as I finished. I waited breathlessly for her reaction. Finally, she took my head in her hands and pulled me to her in a ravenous kiss. I held her fiercely to my body as she crawled up me and locked her legs around my waist.  
    “I take it that’s a yes?” I murmured between kisses.  
    “Smart ass.” She nipped me playfully.  
    “You’ve got a dirty mouth too, beautiful.” I grinned at her. “Makes me hot as fuck.”
    “Oh my God.” She laughed and pulled away from me.  
    “So no more taking it slow?”  
    She peered up at me through her eyelashes and shook her head, a soft smile spreading across her face. It took my fucking breath away.  
    “And your boyfriend is going with you to collect your things, including your pussy?” I arched a playful eyebrow at her. She narrowed her eyes at me as she tried to hide the smile tugging at her lips.  
    “That’s what I thought. Now make me breakfast, woman.”
    “I don’t think so, dear.” She planted her hands on her hips after I'd released her from my iron grip. It was so fucking hot.  
    “I’ve got a conference call, and your man is starving.” I lifted my shirt and rubbed my stomach with a frown. Her eyes flickered down to land on my abs and I watched them darken with lust. So the girl had a thing for my abs? I'd have to remember to use that to my advantage next time around.
    “What do you want?” she asked without tearing her eyes from my stomach. I laughed a full-bellied laugh and pulled her into my arms, kissing her forehead.  
    “Toast and orange juice is fine.” I couldn’t tear the grin from my face.  
    Owned me.  
    This girl completely fucking owned me and I loved every minute.

“You ready for this?” I squeezed her knee as she directed me to Kyle’s apartment building in DC.  
    “As I’ll ever be,” she huffed and then opened the door of the Jeep.
    “Hey.” I slipped a palm around her neck and brought her against me. I rested my forehead against hers as we huddled over the console. “Everything's going to be okay,” I murmured before brushing my lips against hers.
    “Yep.” She nodded, but I could tell she was still worried. I frowned and massaged her neck before letting her go. We stepped out into the cold December air. She’d finally agreed to let me come up to DC with her to collect her things and now here we were, the weekend before Christmas, and I was about to see her douchebag ex for the first time since the summer.  
    Georgia finally confessed he’d been harassing her with phone calls and texts, threatening to come down, begging her to talk to him, insisting he would throw her stuff away or bring it to the beach house for her. Neither was a viable option. I didn't want him anywhere near her in North Carolina, especially if he was as unstable as he sounded.
    We walked up the steps and took the elevator to his floor. She slowed as we approached the apartment door, hesitation and dread pouring off her body. I grabbed her hand in mine and brought her knuckles to my lips for a kiss.  
    “It’s going to be okay.”  
    She nodded and then dropped my hand from hers. She tapped softly at the door.  
    “Georgia, God, it’s so good to see you.” Kyle swung the door open and looked about to