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I let out a moan as she grips my cock.

“You’re so hard.”

“I can still smell your pussy on me, that’s why.”

She lowers herself onto me, and it’s like coming home. It’s not that we didn’t fuck when we were at her parents’ place, it was that we had to be quiet.

Now the sounds of wet, slapping sex fill the air as she rocks her hips, and I’m soaring.

“I need to see your tits,” I hiss.

Pippa tugs her shirt over her head. I grab at her bra, pulling it down to expose her breasts and giving her nipples a squeeze.

“God. I could live in your pussy.” I let out a groan.

She arches her back, but I pull her toward me to suckle on her breasts while she rides my cock.

“Deacon, I’m going to …”

Her pussy clamps down on me as she rides out her orgasm, and I’m right along for the ride, spilling deep inside of her.

“I love you so fucking much, Pippa Chapman. I’m going to do that to you for the rest of your life.”

She lets out a laugh and it reverberates through my body.

After tucking everything back in, she rolls to the side of me. I don’t care that we’re squeezed together on the couch. I’ve got my girl and that’s all that matters.

“When do you want to get married?” she asks.

“Tomorrow.”

Pippa laughs and slaps my chest. “Seriously.”

“Tomorrow. Failing that—as soon as possible.” I reach over and brush her chin with my fingertips, raising her gaze to meet mine. “I want you to be my wife, Pip. And then we’ll find a home together where we can make babies and have the future you always dreamed of.”

“We haven’t even talked about kids,” she whispers.

“I know. But it makes sense to me that you want them. It fits you, if that makes sense.”

She gives me a tender kiss. “I do want them. And I want them with you. I want everything with you.”

“We have that in common, soon-to-be-Mrs Miller.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Deacon

Pippa took to heart what I said about marrying quickly.

She pulled the wedding together in two months, and tomorrow, she’ll be walking down the aisle where I’ll be waiting for her.

“Never thought this would happen. Our last drinks with you as a free man.” Garrett holds up his beer glass, and I clink mine against it.

I laugh. “It was just a matter of finding the right woman.”

“I’m so happy for you, man.” Victor punches my arm, and I nod.

“I’ve never been so happy. When we went into business and things took off, I thought that made me happy, but that was nothing compared to being with Pippa.”

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