Page 139 of The Bodyguard

“No.” He grabs my face. “There is no but. This is it for both of us. I am never letting you go.”

My heart swells until it almost bursts, and when I feel the head of his cock sliding through my folds and he waits for my permission, I give it by pressing into him.

And nodding.

“Yes,” I say and then cry out as his thick, hard shaft slams into me.

“Mine,” Ryder cries.

I am.

And he is mine.

EPILOGUE

RYDER

Waiheke Island, New Zealand

Three months later

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“God it’s so beautiful here,” Savannah says, walking barefoot along the sand. “So peaceful and serene.”

It’s mid-summer in New Zealand. We arrived a couple of days ago.

We planned to spend the next three weeks traveling around the country, but when I learned about the small island off the Auckland harbor, which has beautiful beaches and wineries, I arranged a surprise visit.

For a reason.

We flew over this morning on a helicopter and checked our bags. Then had a long lunch at one winery on a hilltop overlooking the ocean.

While Savannah has been recognized today, the kiwi islanders have mostly left us alone. The six-star resort has been incredibly respectful, promising us privacy and peace.

Something I knew was important to her.

Something she craves.

Nearly as much as I crave her. Constantly.

I’m so fucking in love with this woman. There is not a day that goes by that I question if she is the one.

I just know.

We stroll along the private beach, Savannah in a white sundress and straw sun hat. I’m in a long pair of tan shorts and white t-shirt. My sunglasses cover my eyes as I watch her skip along the edge of the water.

She’s glowing.

I want her to do a pregnancy test. I’m almost certain she’s carrying my baby.

But first...

Savannah skips over. “Let’s swim.”

“In a minute,” I say, taking her hips in my hands. I smile down at her questioning face, then sink to the sand.

“Ryder,” she gasps.

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