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I’d officially moved into the penthouse, and we decided to spend the rest of the year working from home. At least until Liam was completely healed and we were cleared of any additional threats.

It was Christmas morning, and I was in the kitchen making breakfast for the two of us. I’d got most of everything together for dinner tonight when Liam’s family, my father, Ashley and Aston would arrive to celebrate with us. I didn’t hear Liam walk into the kitchen, so when his arm wrapped around me I gasped.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he whispered huskily into my ear.

“Good morning.”

“That smells delicious but it’s not the breakfast I wanted.” Liam pressed his front to my back and I felt his erection.

“Oh really?” I turned off the stove and turned around to wrap my arms around his neck. He lifted me up and set me on the island and I gasped but he pressed his lips to mine to silence my objection. He probably shouldn’t be lifting anything until he was fully healed, let alone me.

“Nothing is going to stop me from getting the breakfast I want this morning,” He pressed his hand to my chest and pushed me back to lean on my elbows. He gripped my shorts and pulled them off as I lifted my hips.

“Hello beautiful,” Liam praised as he placed his hands on my inner thighs and spread them wide.

With one long lick through my folds, my head tipped back. He groaned as he flicked his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves while sliding two fingers in me. My release built in me quickly and my hips bucked against his mouth as I gripped his hair and held his head.

When the orgasm shattered through me, he used broad strokes of his tongue to lick me through each wave. Then he sucked his fingers clean and pulled me up to press his mouth against mine.

“Let’s eat so I can fuck you for the rest of the morning,” Liam said when he finally separated from me. I climbed down off the counter and stood on shaky legs, but when I went to grab my shorts and underwear he kicked them away from me, “You don’t need those while we eat.”

I huffed but didn't argue. As I went to plate the food sitting on the stove top he gripped me tight. His hand came to my chin and he tilted my head to look at me, “I love you, Hannah.”

A soft smile spread across my face looking into the icy depths of his eyes, “I love you, Liam.”

“I’m going to marry you.”

“I know.” I replied.

Epilogue

A Few Weeks Later

Liam

It was New Year’s Day and after spending last night ringing in the New Year with our friends in our penthouse, I thought it was time to finally take Hannah home. After waking her with a couple of orgasms, we got dressed and prepared to leave. I had a driver take us because when we finally arrived home I wanted to see the look on her face.

Years ago, I purchased this place and over the last couple of months I had the place completely remodeled and updated by Shaw Construction. I kept a lot of the original character, but updated the small elevator, kitchens, and bathrooms. I spared no expense in putting in state of the art smart systems.

I even had Declan come out and secure it so it would be as un-hackable as possible, which would make Hannah proud. She absolutely laid into me about that laptop in our conference room having the login information taped to the bottom of it. Ever since then, we had the executive assistants memorize the login.

Salvatore Agosti was dead and I was alive. She was safe and she was with me. She could yell at me about any and all tech related security issues she wanted. My uncles and my dad overhauled the security of the Trident building to make sure no one ever got in uninvited again.

My dad had wanted us to go after the entire Agosti line, but thankfully Uncle Jimmy was able to convince him that the problem was dealt with and we shouldn’t go after the children of our enemies. Even if Enzo Agosti wasn’t much better than his father, he’d never had a problem with us, and he wasn’t involved in the attack on the Trident building.

Pulling up to the house, Hannah’s eyebrows pinched and she looked at me. The driver opened her door and we both climbed out of the SUV.

“What is this, Liam?” She looked up and down the street, then back at the brownstone we were parked in front of.

“This is our new home,” I said, “And these are for you.”

Handing her the keys to the brownstone, she looked at me stunned for a few seconds before she suddenly squealed and wrapped her arms around my neck while peppering my face with kisses. I chuckled at her enthusiasm.

During one of our earliest conversations, Hannah had said she wanted a brownstone and I imagined starting our family in one. When I first moved to New York, officially, I bought a brownstone and kept it as a rental before I eventually planned to remodel it.

When Hannah popped back into my life, it was finally time to remodel it and turn it into our full-time home. It had five bedrooms with a his and hers office on the top floor for the days when we would work from home.

She opened the door to the brownstone and gasped when she walked into the foyer. I took her on a tour of our new home.

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