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My body is already hot for him, like an engine running too long without being opened up on the road. His hands explore my curves and dig into the velvet before discovering the little tie at the side of the wrap. Expertly, his fingers undo the knot and the dress falls away.

A smirk curls his lips.

“Mmm. I should’ve guessed. You’re a minx, Autumn Cooper.”

Somehow, the sexiest thing he’s said all night is my given name. He cups each breast in his large palms, rubbing against the silver lace until my nipples peak. In seconds, I’m squirming to get closer to his body, stepping out of my heels and onto the thick rug.

“Bedroom?” It comes out in a gasp.

Chris chuckles darkly, his face buried in my breasts, hands kneading my thighs just under my ass. In one fell swoop he lifts me, walking blindly through the small cabin in the wake of my squeal.

The bedroom, luckily, isn’t far away. And the bed frame looks very, very solid. Chris places me on the mattress and as he pulls away, I start to turn over ideas of just what we’re going to put it through tonight, if I have my way.

Ever efficient, he starts shucking off his jacket and undoing his tie. On a whim, I decide to tease him a little and pull my legs up onto the bed, spread-eagle, the little silver triangle of silk and lace barely covering my already damp pussy.

Chris curses and slows, fingers dragging over the buttons of his shirt as he watches me touch myself. His cock twitches beneath the fabric of his perfectly tailored pants.

I bite my lip and let out a little whine.

“Fuck,” Chris groans, managing to get his shirt off before stepping toward me and dropping to his knees. “You’re going to be the death of me, Autumn.” He grips each thigh in hand and spreads my legs farther, burying his face in my pussy and breathing in deep. “But if this is how I go, I have no complaints.”

I smile down at him as he peers up at me from between my legs with a dark smirk. His hands drag up to tangle in the straps of my panties before shimmying them down.

Christopher Sharpe, billionaire lawyer and CEO of Sharpe Law, licks his lips.

“I’m going to make sure you get what you deserve tonight, Autumn. And I want to hear you scream when you do.”

Epilogue

Chris

Six months later

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Jenson muses, watching as Autumn carries a box into the little brick building. The windows are covered in cardboard from the inside, but not for long. Nate and Eva pull a section off, revealing the sparsely furnished room.

“You couldn’t stop her if you tried,” Stephen comments as he pauses next to my brother and me. He gives me an appraising glance, something that’s been happening a lot since Autumn and I went public with not only our relationship, but the pregnancy.

While Stephen may not be my biggest supporter, he seems to approve of what we’ve got going on at the moment.

Jenson huffs out a laugh and returns to the small moving van to grab another box. All that’s left now is the furniture. Nothing fancy, since Autumn insisted on purchasing it all herself. I watch, beaming with pride as she comes out of the front door with her hands on her lower back and her belly pushed out.

“Lunch time yet?” I ask, hoping to tempt her away from work. She gives me a sly smile and walks over. It’s more of a waddle, but I’d never say that to her. Pregnancy has made Autumn quick to cry, which all of us—except for Gen and Melanie—find baffling. And the last thing I want to do is upset the mother of my child.

“I’m starving,” Eva quips, popping out onto the sidewalk. Roux toddles after her before being swept up by Gen.

“I think lunch is a good idea,” Gen says seriously, sharing a look with me. She’s as watchful of Autumn as I am these days. I couldn’t be happier with how my brothers and their wives accepted Autumn into the family. Everything feels…right. Like this is what I’ve been waiting for.

“Alright,” Autumn gives in, pouting a bit. “Are we going to the diner? We can meet you there if that’s okay, I just want to get a few more things inside and lock up.”

Nate, Gen, Mel, Stephen, and Jenson gather the kids and pile into Jenson’s car. The diner is only a ten-minute drive away, but I quickly text Nate. Might be late; don’t wait for us ;)

I can imagine him groaning in exasperation. Hey, brother, you had your turn; now it’s my turn to be happy.

Practically dancing my way into the building, I shut the door behind us and take a look around. It’s nothing too big or fancy. Autumn waved off any seed money and did the legwork herself to get this place up and running.

Cooper & Associates. A little law firm representing the wrongly accused, employing ex-cons. Her plan is to take on cases that other lawyers won’t touch on top of advocating for the innocent.

“Are you sure this is okay?” she asks, turning around to face me with a cute little frown. I can tell she’s self-conscious about the dress she’s wearing. It rides higher up than usual with the baby belly, but shows off her amazing, curvy legs.

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