Page 63 of Ditching the Dragon (Fated Dates)

“Anything else?” he asks.

Thoughts skim across the surface of my mind, but nothing disturbs the peace there.

For the first time in my life, I’m confident this will work out even if I’ve forgotten something.

When I don’t respond, Wick uses a gentle tone to prod me to give him the agreement he’s desperate for.

“Then give us a try?” he asks. “One chance. I wasn’t in your plans, but I’d like to be someone who helps you make them in the future.”

A long beat passes. I could tell him I don’t want to. I doubt he’d accept it, but I’d find a way to break free of him.

I could rej—

No, I can’t.

I can’t even say it.

There is no circumstance in which I want to let go of him.

“Yes,” I murmur. It barely leaves my lips. Fear cascades down on me, and I stiffen in his arms.

He thumbs my jaw so I’ll meet his eye.

“Yes?” he asks, and I know he needs to hear it. I can sense it in how tense he is.

He needs the reassurance—not only that I won’t run again, but that if I do, it’ll be toward him.

“Yes,” I confirm.

He smiles, and it’s this broad, unrestrained, abject joy that’s infectious.

Wickham Liam Barrett, 241, Investment Banking, kisses me ferociously as his hands roam over my hips, and things become very NSFW despite the glass.

“Wick,” I chide.

“Later, Annie. And, fate willing, every day again.”

Epilogue

“Fuck, Annie,” Wick groans. His head drops backward onto the mattress as his thighs tense. I circle the head of his shaft with my tongue and flick over that spot under the tip that makes his calves shake.

“Marry me,” he mutters.

I chuckle, and it makes his grip on my hair tighten while he forces my mouth lower onto his cock.

“You think that’s funny, mate?” he asks, his tone full of sharp reproach.

I relax my neck and let him use my mouth.

My mate enjoys it, and, with his guard down and his instincts in control, it’s a thing of beauty.

After I suck hard again, he growls and flips us on the luxurious bed in our city condo. He settles himself on top of me and between my legs.

Wick traps me on the soft surface, and I hook my knees over his waist. My heels dig into his ass to encourage him to hurry up and sink into me.

He smirks. “Did you want something, gorgeous?”

“Oh, fuck you, Wick.”

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