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“Please, Wade … I’m going to.”

I want to tell her to wait, but seeing her naked in the middle of my fucking desk drives me over the edge as she digs her nails into my skin.

“Eyes up here, Ivy, open your mouth and stick out your tongue. You can come when I come.”

She opens her eyes and gives me the sass I fucking love.

“Thank you,sir,” she says as she comes apart and it does me in. My cum juts out over her chest, her chin and her lips. It’s fucking glorious. My cock jerks and pulses between her breastsand I slow my pace as her eyes stay fixed on me. We sit like this for a moment as our breath returns to normal.

I look down at her, the beautiful mess she is, still not quite ready to look away.

“You look …” I say, taking in the sight of her, at a loss for the right words.

Ivy laughs as she looks down to her cum-soaked chest.

“A bit messy right now?”

I groan as I swipe my first and second fingers over her chin and bring my cum to her lips, swiping them back and forth, painting them with me. I just stare at her for a few more seconds.

“No, baby … I was going to say you look … fuck, I’m so fucking in love with you, Ivy.”

Ivy’s mouth falls open.

Okay, maybe I shouldn’t have told her I love her for the first time with my cum all over her and my dick between her tits, because the look she’s wearing right now is one of shock. But fuck, I can’t help it. I love her. I love every single goddamn thing about her and she just looks so beautiful, somine.

“Did you just say you love me?” she repeats as we separate and she still sits frozen.

I bend down and kiss her lips, tasting myself there; it’s mixed with her and the taste of us together is incredible.

“Yes, I saidlove. I love you, Ivy, and I don’t throw that word around lightly. I fucking love my world when you’re in it. I love working with you every damn day, I love talking to you, I love seeing what faces you’ll give me when I say something that shocks you, I love making your coffee in the morning and your dinner at night. I love when these lips curve up into the prettiest fucking smile that lights up my whole universe.” I kiss her lips again, hovering there.

“Most of all, I love who we are together. I loveus.” I say it as simply as I can.

“I … Wade …” she stammers.

“Shhh. I didn’t tell you to hear you say it back. I just wanted you to know.”

And I mean it. I know she’s afraid—the last man she gave her heart to hurt her deeply—but I’ll wait as long as she needs me to. I grab a warm cloth from my private bathroom and clean her up. She dresses and searches the floor frantically for the scrunchie that tumbled out of her hair earlier, but it’s nowhere to be found.

She was supposed to leave for Jellico thirty minutes ago before I came at her like a lion hunting his prey. I put her out of her misery, reach into my drawer and pull out a red scrunchie from my small pile and pass it to her.

“Here, I have a few spares.” I grin.

Ivy’s eyes shift to mine. “You keep my scrunchies?”

“Never know when you might need an extra ten,” I say sarcastically. “So, I keep them on hand when you leave them behind.”

Ivy makes her way over to me, taking the scrunchie from me, reaches up on her tiptoes, planting a kiss to my lips, and she looks down at the scrunchie then back up to me.

“I love you so fucking much, Wade Ashby,” she says softly, as a kind of peace I’ve never felt settles in my chest.

I have no words, so I just kiss her again.

The funny thing is, I didn’t evenneedto hear it back.

As long as she keeps on looking at me the way she is right now for the rest of my life, I could die a happy man.

CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR

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