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I reach for him, cupping one side of his face. “I’m falling for you,” I blurt.

His eyes widen slightly. “I’ve already fallen, and not just because we’re good in bed together.”

It’s hard for me, being this vulnerable, but he deserves to know the truth—why I’m broken—before he ventures into anything serious.

“Then show me,” I breathe.

He does just that, leaning down to kiss my lips as he lifts me slightly, entering me so deeply, I know I won’t last. He’s hitting my G-spot so perfectly that I can’t even think straight.

“Fuck, Diamond,” he grunts. “That feels so good, baby.”

And usually? I fucking hate pet names, but not with Nash. With him it’s different.

He can call me anything he wants when we’re like this. I’ll gladly take it.

Suddenly, the tempo changes. He drops to his forearms, caging me in, his hips slow to a rhythm that sends me dizzy.

Making love.

I never liked slow sex; it was too sappy, too intimate, too fucking much. But yet again, Nash changes every preconceived notion I thought I had.

“Falling for you could be the best thing I’ve ever done,” I whisper.

His eyes, fixed on me, crinkle at the sides as he smiles. “I know I’ll never get sick of this, D, of you. How could I?”

“Why?” I ask. “I’m impatient. Rude. I’m set in my ways. I don’t like authority⁠—”

“But you’re also warm, kind-hearted, and you have a spirit that shows in everything you do.”

I’m speechless. He sees me. He really sees me. He gets me in a way that no man ever has before, and I barely know him.

The words almost slip out. Almost. But I can’t let them, not yet. Not until we work out what the heck we are. I made such a song and dance about us not being a thing, but here I am, totally vulnerable, and the world didn’t cave in on me. If anything, it lifted. This dark cloud that hung over me for so long… it’s clearing.

“Stay with me,” he whispers.

It’s then I realize my eyes are closed. They snap open, and I wrap my arms around his neck.

“I could get so lost in you,” I admit. “That scares me.”

“Nothin’ to be scared of.” He continues our slow dance, and I hold on for dear life as my orgasm takes over. Maybe it’s the proximity. The intensity. The connection. I don’t know, but I can’t stop it.

He speeds up ever so slightly, and I revel in watching him come at the same time I do. My arms tighten around him as I fall. He stills, then pumps me full. Hot streams of his release make me shudder, and goosebumps rise over my skin as he grunts out my name.

He strokes my face, peppering me with kisses.

“That was amazing,” I breathe.

“What were you thinking when you got lost there?”

“A lot of things.”

“About us not being a thing?”

I smile despite myself. “Clearly, I was lying through my teeth.” I take a breath, unsure what he’ll say when I tell him the truth about my past. “But there’s something I need to tell you that may change the way you feel about me.”

His eyebrows raise. “Don’t tell me you have a husband stashed somewhere?”

I roll my eyes. “Very funny.” I’ve never told a living soul, aside from my club. “When I was twenty-six years old, my daughter was taken from me.”