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His tongue lapped at her folds, and he could feel her legs start to shake, indicating she was close. As he continued to tease her with his tongue, he applied pressure to her clit with his thumb, and her hips bucked. Her breaths started coming in ragged gasps as her hands gripped the bedding.

“Please, Tanner,” she whimpered, her voice filled with need.

Knowing she was more than ready, he moved back up her body, positioning himself between her legs.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, kissing her deeply as he slowly entered her.

Playboy pulled away from the kiss, closing his eyes and burying his face in the crook of her neck. The sensation was overwhelming. They moved together in a rhythm that felt both primal and tender. Each thrust brought them closer, their bodies and souls entwined.

Playboy’s hands roamed her body, caressing her breasts, her waist, and her hips. He wanted to memorize every inch of her.

Gabby dug her nails into his back, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him in deeper.

Their pace quickened, and the room filled with the sounds of their passion. Playboy felt the tension building, a coil tightening within him. He could see the same intensity in Gabby’s eyes.

“I love you, Gabby,” he whispered, the words slipping out naturally.

“I love you too,” Gabby said back, her voice filled with emotion.

The declaration of love for each other pushed them both over the edge. Playboy’s movements became more urgent, each thrust driving them higher. Gabby’s body tightened around him, her climax triggering his own, making them cry out together as their releases mingled in a wave of euphoria.

Spent and sated, Playboy collapsed beside Gabby and pulled her into his arms. They lay there, panting from the intensity of their lovemaking.

Gabby turned toward him and snuggled against him, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice soft and content.

“For what?” he asked, kissing the top of her head.

“For making me feel beautiful and for loving me.”

Playboy tightened his hold on her, his heart full. “You are beautiful. And I’ll always love you, just as you are.”

“I’ll always love you, too,” she said, looking up at him. Her cheeks were flushed, making her look well-loved.

He smiled and kissed her nose before reaching for the blanket and pulling it up over them.

As they drifted off to sleep, Playboy felt complete. He had a career he loved and finally had the woman he loved and who was meant to be his.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Gabby slowly blinked her eyes open. The room was still dark, though she could see the morning’s first light starting to peak through the closed curtains.

She was snuggled against Playboy. His arm was wrapped protectively around her. She could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest. The warmth of his body was a comforting presence.

She smiled to herself, recalling the events of the previous night. It had been their first time together, and she was still basking in the afterglow. The tenderness and passion they had shared had left her feeling cherished and connected in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time.

She lay there thinking about that moment when Playboy had told her that he loved her. Saying it back to him was easy because she loved him with every ounce of her heart. Some may say it was too early for her to know if she loved him. But her heart wouldn’t lie. The man lying next to her had stuck by her side as she navigated her darkest days, and he never once complained. All he did was show compassion and, at times, made her realize that things weren’t really as bad as she thought they were.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t realize Playboy had woken up until he spoke, his voice teasing but still laced with sleep.

“Are you just going to stare at me all day?”

She blinked, a grin spreading across her face. “Well, I was thinking about doing a lot more than just staring at you.”

He chuckled, his eyes still closed, but a smile tugged at his lips. “Oh really? And what might that be?”

Gabby shifted her body, pressing closer to him. Using her fingers, she traced lazy patterns on his chest. “Umm...I don’t know. I might need a little help with an ache I have down below.”

Playboy’s eyes popped open, a mischievous glint in them. “Is that so?”

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