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Vadim’s stomach twisted in knots. Did this woman know she was handing him a future he never dared hope for? “This land is ours? These plans?”

She nodded, her hazel eyes intent on his face. “Apartments over the garage are for Dasha and your mom, if they want to live with us. Or for Mila when she gets older. The garage fits eight cars, there’s a workout room—”

Vadim stopped her lips with his own. “Get out of this car,” he rasped. “Right now.”

Out in the heat of their hills, he pulled his girlfriend into his arms. Girlfriend didn’t seem like the right word anymore, not with the future she’d banked on. The same future he longed for.

“Let me fuck you,kiska. Let me thank you in my favorite way.”

He loved when his words affected her breathing. He could hardly tear his eyes from her rising chest as he moved behind her. God bless her affinity for sundresses and heels. This would be a dream. Fucking Quinn was always a dream.

“Oui.”

Grinning, Vadim placed her hands on the trunk of Tate’s car and dragged her panties to her ankles slowly. He took his time exploring her ass and mound with his hands. He let her grow louder with anticipation for the moment he entered heaven through her body. Still, he savored. He punished her nipples through the fabric. She arched into him with the most delicious sounds he’d ever heard. Vadim inched away and freed one hand so he could ready himself to make his woman scream. His blue shorts joined her panties on the trunk of the Mustang. He unbuttoned his shirt so he could feel her skin against his. Then he gathered Quinn’s hair in his fist and waited.

Whenever she whimpered, he grew harder. Hotter. But he still waited. He fisted her hair tighter, tipping her head back. Without warning, he pulled her backward and shoved hilt-deep inside her.

Quinn’s cry sent birds scattering away from the ground.

He let go of her hair so she could watch him fuck her into oblivion. He fucked her deeply, one hand on her hip to hold her still and one working her clit. She was already slick with sweat and need. “What do you want,kiska?”

“You. Harder.”

She yanked her dress down so her breasts were free. She liked to watch them move while he fucked her like this. Vadim growled his approval. It turned him on, how turned on she became by her own body.

Without breaking rhythm, he propped her knee on the bumper. He sank deeper, his body flush against hers. He felt her growing tighter. He gripped her breast and worked her clit while he moved in and out of his love at her perfect pace, whispering words she’d want to hear. Then, like he’d wanted, Quinn screamed. Vadim followed, emptying into her. He turned her head to kiss her until they both stopped throbbing.

“Thank you, Quinn, for this.”

“World’s hottest sex?” Her voice shook as she resituated her dress and panties. “I should thank you for that.”

“That, too. I meant for this place. This home. This life.”

She waited until he was dressed. Then she approached him with love on her face and wrapped her arms around his neck. Chuckling, Vadim hoisted her up and around his waist.

“Mon amour, it’s my pleasure.”

37

Elle looked like a goddess in gold. Her long-sleeve gown sparkled like starlight and her train twinkled behind her as she moved around the patio with Chen, now her husband, greeting their guests. Surrounded by family and friends under a star-studded sky, happiness radiated from them both.

Elle’s teenage brothers, twins, spun Chen’s sister around on the dance floor, wiggling around her wheelchair to her obvious delight. Their parents conversed at a table that blended three cultures and two languages. Even Rosie’s dad had joined them. The professor of planetary science had just given Chen a job at a university in San Diego.

Happy beginnings abounded.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful,” Quinn announced. She’d been fighting tears all evening. The blooming flowers on the quaint veranda in the middle of Balboa Park didn’t help. Who developed allergies in their twenties?

“I have.”

Rosie and Quinn looked at each other and started giggling. Tate and Vadim had answered in unison. Quinn leaned over to plant a kiss on the smooth cheek of her exceptionally handsome date. Rosie, subtler as a general rule, likely squeezed Tate’s hand under the table.

“One more,” Vadim whispered. His thumb brushed across her cheek, coming to rest under her chin. He hadn’t stopped touching her all night. Warm lips eclipsed hers for far longer than appropriate, yet he had to be the one to break away. Quinn still thrilled to Vadim’s public displays of affection. They’d hidden their arrangement, and feelings, for months. Loving him in the open still felt novel.

“How long do you think I’ll have to beg to get your cousin to dance with me?” Rosie asked her.

“Isn’t it bad luck not to dance?” Vadim replied.

“I thought it was bad luck not to eat cake,” Quinn said.

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