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Finally, he picks up the pace, each thrust rocking my body against the railing. With each powerful stroke, I feel him sinking deeper into me. I don’t want him to stop.

Our hips meet in perfect harmony, lost in the moment. I reach between us, wrapping my fingers around him, feeling his warmth and strength in my hand. He grunts, his hips jerking forwardas I stroke him in response. We’re both so close to losing control.

And then, he slams into me one last time, his cock deep, so deep. And then, I feel a rush of pleasure washing over me. My walls clench around him greedily, pulling every drop of him.

As our hearts beat as one, he captures my lips with his. We stand there, panting, feeling the soft ocean breeze against our sweaty skin. We’re a mess of limbs and emotion, but we don’t care. We have each other, and that’s all that matters.

He pulls away slowly, tracing his thumb over my lips, “You’re beautiful,” he murmurs. I blush, looking into his eyes that seem to hold galaxies within them. “I wish I could stop time and stay here forever.”

We lean against the railing, catching our breaths, our chests heaving in sync. I wish for the same—forever with him.

Chapter Forty-One

Gabriel

The cold Seattle air hits me like a slap in the face as we step outside the private hangar toward my car. After the warm Baja sun, this is the reality check. The reminder that our honeymoon bubble has officially burst, and things won’t be as easy from this point forward.

Ameline shivers next to me, wrapping her arms around herself. I drape my jacket over her shoulders and pull her close. Her body melts against mine, still soft and pliant from the days we were away. I brush my lips over her temple, not ready to let go.

“I wish we didn’t have to come back,” she murmurs.

“Me too, baby.”

But we have no choice. The clock is ticking on her surgery date. There’s a lot to do before that day.

Am I ready for that? Can I be what she needs? So many questions and so much uncertainty. The only thing I know for sure is how deeply, terrifyingly in love with her I am.

“What are you thinking about?” she asks softly.

I glance at her, offering a reassuring smile. “I’m just thinking about how happy I am, going home with my wife,” I say, my words cloaking all my anxieties.

The holidays are almost here, and what am I supposed to do with Ameline? I’m not ready to tell them the truth. And how am I supposed to introduce her? This is my roommate and has nowhere to go so let’s adopt her. That won’t fly. Fuck, I can’t believe I got married without telling my parents.

“What are you thinking?” she asks.

I wave a hand. “Nothing, really.”

“Well, since we’re back in Seattle, we can approach the subject of your wealth.”

I swallow a groan. So much for letting things go that easily. “There’s no wealth. I’m just comfortable and have a few things at my disposal.”

She laughs, then points at the private jet. “Just comfortable? People don’t have planes at their disposal or a mansion in Mexico, and . . . you’re rich.”

“My parents are rich. My grandparents own the house,” I try not to sound defensive, but it’s almost impossible.

Ameline shakes her head. “We should sign a prenup or something that guarantees you that I won’t be taking any of your wealth.”

I frown. “Why would I do that?”

“That’s what Dad does with all his wives,” she states, then clears her throat. “I called him, you know? Dad. I wanted to tell him I was sick. Maybe if he knew about it . . . but he hasn’t responded.”

I pull her to me, resting my forehead against hers. “Sorry, baby. I wish there were something I could do to fix that.”

“I know,” she mumbles, hugging my waist.

I draw her closer, pulling her tighter to me, trying to take away all the sadness with this one hug. I wish I could do more, but for now, this is all I have to offer. The reassurance that I love her and she’s not alone. “Ready to go home, wife?”

She smiles, eyes shining. “Say it again.”

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