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“I need you, baby,” he murmured against her lips.

“I need you too,” she whispered back.

Creed stood up while still holding her and carried her upstairs to her bedroom. He placed her on the bed and removed her clothes before quickly stripping himself. He grabbed a condom from his wallet and handed it to her before moving to get on the bed. But she shook her head and got on her knees, moving closer to him. She took his dick in hand and slid her mouth down over it.

“Abbie,” he groaned as she sucked on him.

When she ran her tongue around the head, he hissed in a breath and groaned even louder. His hands tangled in her hair.

“Fuck... Abbie.”

Pulling away from her enticing torment, Creed gently laid her back onto the bed, positioning her at the edge for what was to come. He spread her legs wider.

Breathing heavily, he slowly eased into her welcoming heat. The familiar sensation of being enveloped by her tightness made him throb with pleasure. She arched beneath him as he started to move rhythmically, each thrust driving both of them closer to the brink of ecstasy.

Their bodies tangled together in a fervent dance of primal passion, their shared desire reaching fever pitch. They were lost in their world where nothing else mattered but the feel of each other’s bodies joining together in an age-old ritual of pleasure.

Creed stared at her, a beautiful sight that sent waves of need coursing through his veins. Her whimpers and gasps egged him on as they rode out their shared climax; raw and untamed—just like their love for each other.

Abbie cried out as she came, and Creed followed her over. He leaned down and kissed her. He would never get enough of her, and he knew they’d always be together. He couldn’t wait to see what the future brought.

Epilogue

Abbie and Creed sat on the plush sofa in his living room, bathed in the glow of the television. But Abbie could sense something was off with him. She leaned back to study his face, catching the slight furrowing of his brow and the tapping of his foot.

“What’s wrong?” she asked softly.

“Nothing. Why do you ask?”

“You seem restless.”

“Me?” he replied, but his eyes darted away from hers.

Abbie narrowed her gaze. “Who else would I be talking to?”

Creed let out a small laugh. “You can be such a smartass.”

“Just answer the question.”

He stood up abruptly and began pacing back and forth in front of the sofa, then he swore as Abbie’s cat chased his dog through the house. Who knew they’d get along so well? Finally, he turned to face her.

“I love you,” he blurted out.

Abbie’s brows knit together in confusion. “I know. Wait, are you trying to tell me you’ve changed your mind about having kids? Because if you have, Creed McBride, I will punch you in the throat.”

This time, Creed couldn’t hold back his laughter. “No, no. That’s not it at all. I’m just trying to work up the courage here.”

“For what?”

He walked back over to the sofa, sat down next to her, and took her hand in his. He placed a soft kiss on her palm and looked into her eyes.

“To ask you to marry me.”

Abbie’s heart swelled with emotion. “I thought you already did.”

“We talked about it, and I said I wanted to marry you, but I don’t think I ever actually asked you.”

She pursed her lips thoughtfully. “You’re right.” A mischievous smile spread across her face as she crossed her arms. “Well then, go ahead and ask.”

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