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She was perfect.

An idea came to me then, a way to immortalize that moment forever and ever.

Anastasia was going to love it.

Sliding to the side of her, I texted my tattoo artist about scheduling an appointment.

That done, I laid down next to her, memorizing every detail of her face. Her long lashes, the cute curve of her nose, the light freckles that dotted her cheeks...the golden glow of her skin. I took in the pink of her nipples and every perfect curve of her body.

I’d told her I loved her. I wasn’t sure that she’d actually heard me, but that didn’t matter much. I would just tell her that every day for the rest of our lives.

CHAPTER 26

CAMDEN

Iwas propped up on one elbow, watching her, when she woke up the next morning, blinking open those crystal eyes of hers as she stared at the ceiling for a moment.

“Mmmh,” she murmured, stretching her long arms above her head.

I saw when it hit her—when she remembered all that had happened last night. Her eyes widened and she turned her head, her mouth opened in a cute little o.

“Hi, baby girl,” I murmured, admiring the blush that spread from her cheeks down to her chest.

“Hi,” she whispered, her gaze darting down to my...very erect dick.

I’d had an erection all fucking night as I’d watched her. While not comfortable, I’d gotten used to it.

I was pretty sure it was just my state of being now.

“Just ignore him, there’s no help for my dick at the moment.”

She giggled and then winced.

“Is my baby sore?” I crooned, satisfaction uncurling in my gut.

I’d told her I wanted to ruin her. Ruining her pussy was obviously the first step of that.

Her blush darkened, and she bit down on her lip shyly. “I might be out of commission today—” she began before her eyes flashed. “I mean, not that I’m expecting more!”

“There’s going to be more, baby girl,” I told her, cutting off the panic building in her voice. “There’s going to be so much more.” I watched as she softened back into her pillow, a dreamy glow in her features like my words were her happy place.

It was actually the perfect time to have the appointment that I’d scheduled this afternoon. It was going to be uncomfortable as fuck during practice tomorrow—and I might die if anyone accidentally hit my dick, but I didn’t want to wait another second to have a reminder of her on my skin.

“Do you have dance today?” I asked, wishing that she didn’t, and that I didn’t have practice and we could spend the rest of the day in bed together.

She might need some rest from sex, but there were plenty of other ways I could make her feel good and still give her sweet pussy a break.

“Yes. The only day I have off is Sunday, and even then, I might need to go in because of the Showcase.”

A shadow crossed her features at the mention of that, and I frowned. She’d been so excited when she’d texted me, but I realized she hadn’t mentioned it after that. I made a mental note to follow up with her about it—another time—when she wasn’t naked in my arms, and we weren’t both bathing in the afterglow of the perfection of last night.

“What time is it?” she asked lazily, as if she didn’t really care. I liked that, it meant I had done something right. It was how I felt, too, like all my other obligations could wait. It hit me again, the fact that I’d never felt that way about anything before. Nothing had ever been more important than hockey.

“It’s eight,” I answered, glancing at the clock.

She nodded and sighed. “I need to shower.” She rubbed at her stomach, looking thoughtful, and I admired the view of my dried cum all over her skin.

The idea of her rubbing that off made me growly. “I’d rather you not,” I said, using my most convincing voice. “I like the idea of you smelling like me all day, baby girl. Of everyone being reminded that you belong to me now.” I moved on top of her, dropping soft kisses down her neck and getting that sigh out of her that I loved. “Will you do that for me, Anastasia? Will you dance all day just like this?”

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