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The frenzy wasn’t all him. Around six, he’d rolled out of bed. One look at his beautiful, muscled back, and I’d pounced on him.

I pulled the quilt off me. His nostrils flared as I slipped off the mattress, naked. I picked up the joggers and tank top folded on the dresser. He took my wrist and yanked me into his arms. His grip on me tightened. A growl reverberated from his chest into mine.

My stomach fluttered. “You didn’t get enough?”

“I never will,” he purred, his hands drifting below my waist to grab my ass. “It was perfect. I didn’t realize what a greedy girl you are.”

Perfect.

I glowed, swallowing a giggle. “Yeah, well. It’s been a long time since I’ve been fed.”

He made a delicious sound. “I want to keep you here for a week and fuck you until we’re both raw.”

I stroked his chest, flushing. “At some point, we have to leave this cabin. We have a three-year-old waiting for us.”

“Mom’s watching him.”

“Kill.”

He sighed. “Forget the chaos outside. Right now, it’s just us.”

I cupped his face and kissed him. I swear, violins swelled in my ears. A disorienting feeling nearly bowled me over. My mouth broke from his, grazing his cheek. I kissed down his neck, salivating from his scent. He was so warm. I wanted all of him in my mouth. I sucked on his shoulder.

He slapped my butt. “Eat first. Play later.”

Achille stepped back, and I swallowed my desire. Looking into his eyes was like striking a match in a room filled with gasoline. I dressed, avoiding his gaze. His pants were too big. I rolled the waistline four times before they fit. Then I wandered into the kitchen with the cup he’d left on the nightstand.

I sat down.

Achille joined me. Then he loaded a plate with my favorites—scrambled eggs, pancakes with syrup, and bacon.

“Where’d you get all this?”

He served himself. “I picked it up this morning. There’s a diner down the road.”

“Thanks, darlin’.”

I sipped my coffee—milk, no sugar—just how I liked it. Clearly, he’d spent time analyzing my preferences. I couldn’t tell what his idea of a good breakfast would be. Probably something healthy, like egg whites and spinach. I’d make that for him tomorrow.

“Did you check on Jack?”

He nodded. “Yeah, he’s alright. My guys are watching the house. Nobody’s getting near him.”

“That’s a relief.”

Achille shoveled food into his mouth.

I didn’t say much as I ate, afraid to disturb the bubble of happiness surrounding the cabin. Finished with my food, I put my paper plate in the trash. I took the mug to the sink and rinsed it, and Achille’s chair legs scraped the floor. His hard body pressed into my back. His arm circled my waist. “How are you holding up?”

“I think I’m doing fine. I don’t feel bad about what we did.”

“Not even a little?”

I shook my head. “People like that deserve what’s comin’ to them.”

His chuckle ghosted my neck. “Not gonna lie. That turns me on.”

I turned around. “Do I want to know why?”