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I whimper in pain, but I’m grinding against him just as hard, trying to force him deeper inside as he spurts his seed into my core.

Ethan rumbles against my throat, licking my skin, nibbling my jaw, then kissing me so softly I start to moan and rock against his hips again.

“Again?” he murmurs into my mouth.

I shove a hand between us and start rubbing my clit. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” he growls.

“Yes, Sir.”

He starts fucking me again, this time slow enough that I can feel every inch of his thick cock filling me up.

Why do I think I’m about to wake up from a nightmare-turned-wet-dream? Is it because my mind still feels so numb? Or is it because of the way my core aches, like I’m still climaxing, even though I’m pretty sure I was done a few seconds ago?

Fuck, I hope not.

I just told this man I’d marry him.

If this was a dream, then he’s going to get one hell of a surprise when I wake up and start planning our wedding.

Chapter 62

Cassidy

I study my reflection in the mirror of Ethan’s bedroom dresser and smile. The pastel green ball gown with its empire waistline looks amazing on me, despite the curves Ethan claims he loves so much.

It’s his fault they’re there in the first place.

I adjust my necklace, fighting a sudden wave of sadness. It’s gotten better over the past few months, but I’ll never stop missing Mom. She was taken too soon from this world, and in the most evil, vicious way possible.

Not a day goes by when I don’t think about her.

The black opal necklace I’m wearing doesn’t help—every time I see it, I think about her. Troy returned it to me a few days after they disposed of Angelo’s body.

I’m considering giving it to my father. He’s been sober for three months now, and his sponsor says it might just stick this time. It helps that he’s doing something constructive with his time again. My father always loved horses, so Ethan arranged a managerial position on one of Richmond’s horse farms out in the country.

I don’t know if it was all the fresh air, the change of pace, or the fact that he was doing something he loved, but according to the staff, my father hasn’t so much as bet which side up a coin would land since he arrived at the farm.

I can’t wait to see him at Christmas.

I have so much to tell him.

“Ready?” Ethan asks from the doorway.

I turn, my smile widening when I take in how handsome he looks in his tuxedo. “Do we have time for a quickie?”

He chuckles, adjusting his bow tie as he comes to stand behind me. “You look gorgeous,” he murmurs as he trails his hands down my arms and over my baby bump.

“This dress doesn’t make me look fat?” I ask, twisting this way and that under his strong hands as I pout at my reflection.

“That dress makes you look so good, I think you should change back into your sweats.” There’s a gleam of possessiveness in Ethan’s eyes as he rakes his gaze over my reflection.

“Can you imagine Myles’s face if I arrived there wearing one of your tank tops and a pair of stained sweatpants?”

“He’d have a heart attack,” Ethan agrees with a smile, still rubbing my belly. He moves his hands up to cup my full breasts, giving me a soft squeeze that makes me sigh.

“Stop that.” I swat playfully at his hands. “We’re going to be late.”

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