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Those three little words were erotic as hell, and I thrust into her, burying myself in balls deep, pressing my chest against her back.

"You feel so fucking good."

"More, honey. More," she pleaded.

I let out a raw sound and completely pulled out of her until only the head of my penis was inside her; I paused and then hammered into her. She screamed at the intensity, grabbing onto the sheets as I let go.

Chapter 30

Remi

We ordered pizza and ate on the couch in the living room. I was in my boxers, and Echo was in a T-shirt, no underwear.

"You came for Thanksgiving dinner, and I came inside you." I bit into a slice of pepperoni.

"It wasn't bad at all." She wasn't the only one surprised by how well my mother behaved. Lani and I were as well. My father was not. He had had a long talk with Mama. She wasn't going to change personalities, but as long as she treated Echo with respect, that was more than enough.

"The dinner or the sex?" I joked.

She punched me on my shoulder. "Both. The sex was better."

"I live to serve."

She cleaned her hands on a napkin and drank some of the chianti she opened to go with the pizza.

"What now?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

She shrugged. "What happens now?"

I smiled. "What would you like to happen, Doll?"

"I'm not sure," she admitted. "I do know what I want after we're done eating."

"And what's that?"

"Another few orgasms."

I laughed. "I think I can deliver on that."

"But in the long term? I'm afraid to even think about it. I'm so scared to want, Remi."

She'd had a lifetime of not getting what she wanted, and she'd schooled herself to go without. I understood that about her now. I would work hard, I promised myself, to change that, so she'd expect things from me and life. That she wouldn't stop herself from desiring something because she was afraid of being disappointed.

"I want us to live together. I want us to get married and make a family." I was putting all my cards on the table, letting her see within me. She needed me to be this vulnerable.

I hated the suspicious look on her face as if she were trying to figure out what my angle was.

"I love you." I set my plate down on the floor and scooted closer to her. I kissed her mouth. "I love you."

"You already said that," she groused.

"I'll keep saying it until you believe me."

She cupped my cheek. "I do believe you."

"Then?"

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