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I slipped off the counter and bent over, pulling my skirt up to give him access before bracing myself on the sink. He wasted no time in sinking back into me with a groan, gripping my hip with one hand and wrapping my hair up with the other. He drove into me with a brutal pace that made my knees shake and threaten to give out.

It was clear that he was aware of how little time we had. He tugged my hair back and leaned in for a short, sloppy kiss before letting go and maneuvering that hand to work on my clit while he continued the punishing pace. I was already close—the position stimulating my g-spot perfectly—so when he roughly told me to come while his fingers and cock worked me expertly, it took zero effort to follow his command. The orgasm slammed into me like a freight train, but there was one thing missing.

“Come inside me,” I begged as my body started shaking uncontrollably. “Please, please,please!”

David practically roared as he came. He stilled as he started to fill me, then moved again with a few final, jerky thrusts like he wanted to give me every drop he possibly could. He doubled over and I could feel his chest heaving against my back as he struggled to catch his breath.

“Fucking hell, that was… Did I hurt you?”

“I’m great,” I replied with an almost delirious laugh that made him chuckle. “Never better.”

“We should get cleaned up. The owner will be here soon.”

Even after he said the words, he made no move to pull out. Instead, his arms wrapped around my waist and his palms splayed out over my navel protectively. I looked up in the mirror, my heart melting at the serene expression on his face. A part of me still couldn’t believe that we were really together.

After a few minutes of quiet basking, he let me up and pulled out with a hiss. I immediately clamped my legs closed, grateful that I hadn’t taken the toilet paper off the roll yet. David moved quickly to clean us both up as best as he could with our limited supplies, then crouched to hold my underwear up for me to step into. I slipped both feet into the openings, allowing him to slide them up to my hips before I spun around and attempted to smooth out my messy hair.

I knew it was a lost cause as I stared into the mirror, but I did the best I could with only water and my fingers. When I realized he still hadn’t stood up behind me, I turned around to face him. He was crouched on one knee, gazing up at me with adoration.

“Your turn for a moving present.”

Ever so slowly, he reached a hand back and into his pocket, returning in front of him a moment later with a small, unmistakable jewelry box. My heartbeat skyrocketed and I froze like a deer caught in headlights. For a moment, I wondered if I had passed out at some point during the incredible sex.

Then he spoke and I knew it was real.

“I didn’t know it was possible to love someone as much as I love you, Emily. I fall a little deeper every day that we’re together and I want you to be mine forever.”

He paused to open the box, revealing the most gorgeous diamond ring I’d ever seen. It was like he’d seen my dream ring in my mind and somehow found somethingbetter. It was perfect.

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes,” I whispered, unable to stop the tears from streaming down my face. “Yes!”

He slid the ring onto my finger—a perfect fit—and rose to his feet to pull me into a tight embrace. He rubbed my back soothingly as I cried from the sheer happiness I felt. Everything was finally coming together the way I always imagined.

“I love you,” I whispered.

“I love you, too. So damn much.”

I pulled away enough to look up at him and wiped at my tears as I chuckled. “Well, if you think you loveme, just wait until this baby gets here. You’ll love him or her even more.”

David considered it for a moment before shaking his head.

“Impossible.”

“We’ll see.”

A crooked smile appeared, making me swoon as he promised, “I guess we will.”

Chapter 8

Epilogue, Part 2 ~ David

1 year later…

Emily had been partially right.

I held our baby girl in my arms, rocking her gently as I tried to hum some song I overheard Emily singing to her earlier in the day. It was a poor rendition for sure, but it seemed to calm Marissa down. Her cries stopped and her eyes closed as she started drifting off to sleep.

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