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“Mmm, sounds good coming from these lips.” I lean in, dragging my lips softly against hers. “These lips that need to bekissed.” My tongue is already sliding between them, my hand reaching down to lift the hem of her dress.

“We’re going to be late,” she murmurs as I back her slowly toward the bed.

“Yes, we are.” I drag my lips down her throat as I lay her back on the bed. Then, I’m on my knees, tugging her to the edge of the bed and pushing her dress up her thighs in one motion.

“Yes,” she hisses, her hips lifting as I drag her panties down her legs.

A second later, she’s melting against my mouth. Her hands tangle in my hair as I swirl my tongue around her clit, sucking it gently into my mouth.

“Oh fuck, baby,” she groans, and my cock throbs like it always does when she loses herself like this. She’s already learned that I don’t like when she holds back. “Yes, right there,” she moans, her hips beginning to lift and grind against my tongue.

I want her trembling when I walk her out of here in a moment.

I want her brains still scrambled when I sit her down at the restaurant.

I want nothing except the I-just-got-the-shit-fucked-out-of-me look on her face when we arrive.

Slipping two fingers inside her, I begin to pump them, curling my fingertips upward. My movements aren’t gentle or coaxing. She quivers, her legs starting to tremble as she moans incoherent words.

Her pussy walls clench, her thighs attempt to close, and her back arches as her release tears through her. I keep my mouth on her clit, my fingers continuing to pump inside her as she floods my fingers.

Her whimpering moans almost make me flip her onto all fours and take her from behind for a quickie. The sounds this woman makes alone are enough to make me weak in the knees.

“Let me clean you up, sweetheart.” I stand and attempt to adjust my cock as I walk to the bathroom. Once I’ve cleaned her up, I help her stand, adjusting her dress and hair back into place before holding out my hand toward her. “Shall we?”

We arrive at the restaurant, where our group is already gathered around a long table. Becca waves us over. Hector is next to her, and Miguel and Mia are chatting at the other end, both avoiding the question of whether they’re a couple or not.

“How are you feeling?” I press a kiss to Taylor’s temple as we near the table.

“Hmm?” She looks over at me, her eyes still hazy and dazed. “Yeah, I’m okay,” she says in a breathy, content little moan.

“Good. You look breathtaking.”

The conversation flows easily, and after a while, I clear my throat. “So, we’ve got a little announcement.”

Taylor immediately groans, her hand flying to her forehead in mock despair, but she’s smiling.

“We’re officially together,” I say proudly, and the table erupts in laughter.

Becca’s the first to speak, shaking her head with a wide grin. “Did you really think we didn’t know?”

Hector nods. “Yeah, man, we had a betting pool on how long it’d take you to figure it out yourselves.”

Miguel leans over, winking at Taylor. “I’m surprised you didn’t make us announce it for you.”

Taylor shoots me a teasing look. “See? I told you they’d already know.”

I lean back in my chair and smile at her. “I wanted to say it anyway. I’m proud of being your man.”

She meets my gaze, her eyes softening in that way that always hits me right in the chest. The laughter and teasing from our friends fade into the background as we share this quiet moment. It’s not about the announcement, not really. It’s about this—us—about how good it feels to finally call her mine.

Taylor squeezes my hand under the table. “I’m proud to be yours too, baby.”

CHAPTER 25

Taylor

The morning sunlight streams into the café, casting a warm glow on the wooden tables, and the smell of fresh coffee fills the air. I spot Becca immediately, sitting at our usual corner booth with her phone in hand and a soft smile already tugging at her lips when she sees me walk in. I slide into the seat across from her, feeling lighter than I have in weeks.

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