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“I’m going to come,” he growled, and his pace turned erratic. “Fuck! Oh, sweet fuck, Jasmine.” He pushed in hard and yelled my name again as he came. With each slow thrust, I felt him coming inside of me, and the earlier climax sent smaller shock waves through my body.

Breathing hard, Dario stared at me, and it was like I was staring at home.

“I love you so much, I can’t find the words,” he said.

“I feel the same way,” I said.

The door to the gym was kicked open, and I screamed.

Dario dropped his arm to act as a shield as he stared at the guards who filed inside.

“You have fucking terrible response time,” Dario growled. “What if I was an actual attacker?”

I bit my lip and buried my head in the crook of his shoulder, too embarrassed to look at the men.

“Um….”

“No, ums, you should be disgusted. Tomorrow, we’ll be going over rounds and times. Understood?”

“Yes.” They chimed in unison.

“Good, now get the fuck out of here, close the door and don’t come back.”

“Yes Sir,” they said, and the door closed again.

We looked at one another, and I couldn’t help but laugh. Dario smirked and then joined me until tears were running down our faces.

“Come on, let’s get you back to your room. I think a sexy shower is in order.”

“I’m not sure I can even walk,” I said, smiling as I teased him.

“I’ll carry you, just like I would carry you every day and night if you needed me to.”

As he kissed me softly, the world felt whole. The once shattered pieces of my fragile heart had mended, and tonight, the final shard was put back into place. It was clear that my world would never be whole without them. Nothing was as terrifying as allowing myself to be that vulnerable all over again, and yet my heart hadn’t given me a choice. It was done. My heart was theirs, and they were mine.

Chapter Forty-Eight

ENZO

Walking across the lawn, I nodded to the guards standing at attention outside the greenhouse before pushing the door open. It was amazing how fast the builders erected the structure once the concrete floor was poured and set. This place dwarfed the old greenhouse, and I had no idea what Jasmine would grow to fill up all the space.

I followed the sound of music down the long building and wondered where Jasmine was when she suddenly stood up from behind one of the long planter tables.

“Oh, geeze, you scared me,” she said, her hand on her heart.

“Sorry about that. I thought you might like a coffee?” I held out the hot mug, and she smiled as if I had offered her a tray of gold.

She wore jean overalls with a white t-shirt, which was unbelievably adorable. She always looked great, but for whatever reason, seeing her with dirt on her face and her hair a mess turned me on like nothing else.

“Thank you,” Jasmine said as she took the coffee from my hand.

Her lips made a perfect O as she blew on it, and my cock instantly woke up inside my jeans. I quickly looked away and sipped mine.

“What are you drinking? It smells fabulous.”

“Hot apple cider with fresh cinnamon. Would you like some?”

“I’ve never had it before,” she said.