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“Eyes on me,” he growls and leans down, holding my face in his big hand as he stares toward me. “Don’t look away from me. I need that pretty little face staring right at me when I empty inside of you.” Gentry thrusts into me harder, deeper, more desperately than ever.

I hold my gaze on his, watching as a strand of hair falls into his vision. His biceps flex and his face has gone from sweet and studious to harsh and twisted. While I love every face Gentry makes, this one is my favorite. The one where he’s so desperate to come that he can’t control his expressions.

My heart beats hard against my chest as he drives harder and harder, slamming against my pussy with need. His hand slips and lands on my throat.

“You take my cock so well, princess.”

Lord, I might come again.

A bead of sweat drips off his forehead as my ankle bounces on his shoulder, and finally, with the energy of a giant built into his force, Gentry’s muscles tighten, and he explodes inside of me.

For a moment, he continues to thrust, then he pulls me up and hugs me close while still filling me up.

I can barely breathe.

He sighs low in my ear. “I love you, princess. I love you so fuckin’ much.”

The words sound so perfect that I stay quiet for a moment drinking them in. He loves me. Gentry, the man I’ve fantasized about for a decade, really loves me.

“I love you, too,” I finally say, wrapping around him tight. “I love you so much.”

His cock slips out, and he falls to my side, collapsing on the bed beside me with a satisfied sigh.

“You didn’t use all your wishes,” I laugh, climbing on top of his exhausted body. Sticky, wet come drips onto his stomach as I sit. I love how far apart my legs have to spread for him.

He glances up at me, his hand on my face. “Nope. Saving it.”

“For what?”

“In case you ever try getting away. One wish, and snap, you’re right back next to me again.”

I smile. “Is that right?”

“Yup. Gotta have a back-up plan.”

I run my fingers through the hair on his chest until my eyes are so heavy that my body falls down next to his. He holds me against his chest and groans under his breath. “Marry me.” His tone is deep and sure. There’s barely any energy left in our bodies, but he’s used what’s left to ask me the most important question of our lives.

I’m drunk on emotion and touch, and I know deep down I shouldn’t make any more snap decisions, but like my body, my heart knows what it wants.

“Yes,” I whisper. “I’ll marry you.”

He kisses my forehead gently, and we lay against each other, sticky and hot, listening to our hearts beat in the dark.

“What’s your next wish going to be, princess?”

I hum under my breath. “Outside of this?”

“Yeah. This one was for me, remember?”

My eyes close as I rest on his chest. “I’m pretty sure it was for me, too.”

The rough pads of his fingertips brush up and down my arm. “You want to go out to California?”

I drag in a deep breath and roll toward him. “I mean, my whole life is there, but maybe it’s time for a change. I could turn this place into a B&B, and we could do the small-town thing for a while. My friend Jovie is going to be staying up here for some time soon, so the transition will be easier. Maybe I can convince her to stay. She could work for me at the B&B. It could be a thing!” Excitement that I didn’t know had been trapped inside of me comes rattling out with thoughts and ideas on the future.

It’s funny how things change. How the hours can move like minutes. How the years can stall like decades. How you can long for a person you barely know, yet know they were perfect for you.

Gentry kisses my forehead and groans with contentment, and I swear to heaven, there’s never been a better sound.

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