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And as he tells me about his turtle, in the sweetest little voice I’ve ever heard, I know I’m going to love him forever.

Just like his dad.



Tonight’s the first night I don’t have to drive over from Hereford when Cam’s long in bed.

The promise of the chase thrums in my belly right through dinner.

I see it reflected right back at me in Leo’s eyes.

He’s waiting outside once I’ve changed my shoes into more sensible heels. He takes my hand as he leads me through the darkness and all the way up to the top of the ridge.

I’m smiling into the darkness even as the wind whips my face.

I feel him at my back. Feel the swell of him against my ass.

This shit never gets old.

My monster is magnificent, hot as hell and as vicious as he’s ever been.

His voice is liquid satin, dripping with nightmares and virgin tears.

My heart is thumping like crazy.

I feel crazy.

And I love him for it.

He presses his mouth to my ear.

I hold my breath.

Wait.

Every muscle holding tight for the moment.

Until it comes.

And in that moment I’m alive.

“Run,” the monster says.

And, fuck, how I do.



THE END