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My eyes focus on her beauty.

Please say yes.

Be mine, gorgeous.

Be mine.

She shifts he feet nervously and looks down, and I feel a nervous flutter in my chest. But then she looks up, and the look on her face tells the whole story.

She nods, smiling happily.

“Yes, Brent. Yes, I will!”

I can’t stop myself from rushing my lips to hers. We kiss, and I’m pretty sure I hear someone in the background clapping, but I ignore them. I don’t care who’s watching right now. It could be 20 thousand people, and I wouldn’t be bothered. But I don’t get too handsy with her, as we are still in public.

When our lips finally part, I press my forehead against hers, not wanting to put any distance between us. After a moment, Luna asks, “So was it really coincidence that brought you here tonight? The universe bringing us together? Or was it something else?”

I chuckle. She really is a clever girl.

“You might want to ask your friend Kate about that one,” I reply. “She had a hand in getting me and Chloe to this specific party tonight.”

“Oh, that little scheming bitch!”

We both laugh and kiss again. Her lips melt against mine, and I drag my tongue across hers, already falling into the fantasy of what the rest of my life with Luna will be.

EPILOGUE

BRENT

Five years later…

I watch as my son Matthew, two years old today, walks over to his gorgeous mother and is swept into her arms. A sense of warmth and contentment settles over me like a warm blanket as I kick my feet up on the coffee table and take a sip of my Arnold Palmer.

Time sure does fly.

It’s hard to believe it’s been five years. Five years since I met my wife, Luna. My love, my heart, my partner in life. The piece of me that was missing and I didn’t even know it.

I watch her as she sweeps Matthew up and swings him around as he giggles in the pink and purple rays of evening sun beaming through the large, plate-glass windows of our living room.

She’s wearing a simple pair of white linen pants and a tight, white top that hugs her physique to perfection. I love watching her play with my son. It just reminds me of how strong we are as a family–of what we’ve built together.

She catches me eyeing her smiles as I make a suggestive tapping motion against my wrist. It’s only a few minutes until Matthew’s bedtime, but due to a meeting out of town, it’s been two days since I’ve been able to get my hands on my beautiful wife. And I’m dying to do so.

“All right, sweetie,” she whispers to our handsome young son. “It’s time for bed.”

He squirms slightly and puts on his pouty face. “I’m not tired, Mommy!”

“Oh, I can tell you are, baby boy,” she says, heading down the hallway to his bedroom. I watch her hips sway back and forth, feeling my cock already growing hard just at the sight of her as I think about how good it’s going to be to get back inside her. Being denied the feel of my wife’s pussy for more than 24 hours is bordering on torture.

After Luna and I got back together, Jeff simply assumed his daughter had gone back to spying on me for him. I guess the thought that she would ever disobey him never crossed his mind. But after a few months and a few false stories from her about all the information she was collecting on me for him, Luna managed to pull the classic double-agent maneuver on her own father for me.

I guess she really didn’t appreciate being used by her own dad for financial gain, because one day she came to me with all the information I needed to prove he’d been bribing the health and safety inspectors and also the local town government.

We had enough to put him away for years, but seeing as how I was planning on marrying his daughter, I pulled some strings with the judge and had his sentence reduced to a massive fine and a ban from working in the grocery or dairy industry ever again.

It took a couple of years, but things between Jeff and Luna have been slowly healing. Honestly, I like that. He is her father, after all. I doubt he and I will ever be the best of friends, but I don’t want her to be distant from him forever. I know what it’s like to lose someone you love.

Our eyes meet as she steps out of Matthew’s room and shoots a sultry glance down the hallway at me. My vision vignettes until the only thing I can see is her.

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