Page 79 of The Best Man Wins

I can’t stop kissing him. I cover his mouth with kisses, then his jaw, and his throat, as he overwhelms me. He feels so incredibly good inside of me, warming me up from the inside out, and I love having this effect on him. My cold, hard, stubborn man can’t get enough of me. He drinks me in like his life rests on the edge of my lips, and I dig my nails into the back of his neck, needing him as close as possible.

The rock of his hips plummets me into the depths of deep, fathomless pleasure, and I crest over with a sharp cry. I feel him spill over inside of me—hot and wet and all mine—with a low grunt. And he holds me.

I burrow into his chest and pant there. I button my lip between my teeth, but I can’t help but break out into a laugh. “Oh my God,” I whisper. “You’ve got to stop being so good at that.”

Braxton pulls away from me finally. He readjusts us both, fitting my panties back up my hips before he fixes his belt back on. “Congratulations on your job,” he says.

“Mm. I love the way you reward.”

Braxton just smiles—a boyish grin reserved for me. “I love you,” he says.

I grin. In the private space between us, I murmur, “I love you too.”

He pushes the STOP button back in and the elevator lunges to life once more. We pull ourselves back together, Braxton redressing while I compile all my pages together and make sure my folder is completely back in place. The bear claw, unfortunately, is a lost cause.

We hit the lobby, and the door dings open. We’ve mostly recomposed ourselves, but I rake my fingers through my hair briefly to straighten it out.

As soon as the doors open, the lanky man on the other side of the elevator doors takes one look at us and his mouth dips into a frown.

“Oh, bloody hell,” Thom sighs. “Not again with you two.”

“Good to see you,” Braxton says curtly as we make a swift exit.

“See you in the Bahamas!” I call back at Thom, who just looks doubly confused now.

Braxton and I escape through the spinning doors and break out into the blustering New York chill. I shiver and shift closer to Braxton to soak in his body heat.

Braxton glances at me and then says, “Here.” He unfurls his scarf from his neck and wraps it around mine instead.

“Thank you.” I grin and wind his scarf tighter around me.

That’s true love, I think to myself. His scarf keeps my throat toasty, but it’s his selfless act of love that thaws my heart and warms me from head to toe. Maybe Braxton is rough and jaded—my chipped piece of sea glass, hardened and worn by the turbulent seas of his life. But when he kisses me, when he looks at me like I’m the only woman in the world, when he gives me his scarf to keep my neck warm, I can see it…

It’s that moment when everything else in the wedding fades away and the bride and groom share their first kiss. It’s a brother’s loyalty and devotion to his sister. It’s blueberry pancakes with a whipped cream smile.

True love. I’ve found everlasting love with Braxton West, and I’m never going back.

THE END

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