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She arches her back. “So needy and impatient,” I chuckle. My hand grazes the curve of her ass. She cries out at the small slap I deliver. The truth is, I’m trying to drag this out. I know the second I sink into her, it’s going to be game over.

With an aggravated huff, she reaches a hand back, forcing me to close the distance. I line myself up and sink into her. We both groan in relief simultaneously.

“There. Now, was that so hard?” she grits out between a series of moans and expletives.

“Have you always been this much of a smart ass?” I groan, wrapping my arm around her waist and keeping her flush to me.

“Don’t you remember the part that says you take me as no other but myself?” she quips, tensing around my cock.

I can’t answer her. Neither one of us can do anything except ride the pleasure coursing through our bodies. She pants, flush against the kitchen counter, as I do the same on her shoulders and back.

We walk through the house and start the shower, waiting for the water to warm. Olivia gives me a sleepy, content smile. “You aren’t even going to make it for ice cream, are you?”

She shakes her head and yawns. “Bed after this, please.” We step in and huddle together under the warmth. I wash her hair and body—something I’m finding I enjoy a lot.

Despite the joy we shared today, I can see the day has taken a toll on her. The worry for her mother is written all over her face. It’s clear Maura doesn’t have a lot of time left, especially as she starts hospice.

Olivia catches me staring. “Do you want to talk about it?” I ask.

“Not really, but will hospice take some of her pain away?” Olivia looks at me, hopeful. The plea in her eyes nearly breaks me.

“Yes,” I swallow, “but it will likely take her with it.” She nods in understanding and wraps herself around me. I don’t know how long we stay there. I don’t even care. I’ll give my wife however long she needs. We have forever and a day now, anyway.

Chapter Twenty

Olivia

Iblend into the back of the lecture hall seamlessly, choosing a seat at the back. It’s Friday, two months to the day since I became Mrs. Tomas DeLuca and one month since Mom passed.

Watching my husband lecture was both a good and horrible idea. Good, because holy hell is he sexy when he’s in his element,and horrible, because we’re heading to the cabin, where copious amounts of people are already waiting on us.

Given his safety concerns the last time I gave him road head, I doubt there will be any reprieve for the inferno-level of horniness I’m getting from Anatomy & Physiology II. “Any questions?” he asks, his rich brown eyes scanning the room.

I raise my hand. “Yes, Miss…?” He narrows his eyes in recognition.

“How difficult is it to bruise your pharynx?” I ask, stifling a laugh. The class laughs nervously.

“Are you in my class?” he questions, giving me a steely glare.

“No,” I say brightly. “You’ll probably want to call security.”

“Class dismissed. Remember to study for the exam next Tuesday. It’s online. You don’t have to show up. Have a nice life,” he calls as they exit. Waiting until the last student has left, he shuts and locks the door.

“Just begging for trouble, aren’t you, Mrs. DeLuca?” He smirks, pulling me in for a kiss that leaves me breathless and my knees weak.

“Always. I grabbed your bags from the bedroom. Did you need anything else?”

“That was it,” he says, eagerly pulling me toward the door. We had been in the throes of planning a huge wedding, but we stopped, asking ourselves what we hoped to get from that. The people who mattered, minus Tomas’ parents—who are questionable at best anyway—were there.

Instead, we opted for a different plan. School is wrapping up for the semester. We tossed around a variety of ideas for a honeymoon, a memorial service for Mom, and a wedding. Today is the beginning of the culmination of those plans.

“The house is only a little over an hour away. If we forget something, we can drive back from the cabin,” I say, shrugging.With impeccable timing, Mia catches up to us as we head toward the parking lot.

“Are you two lovebirds already headed up?”

“Yep. Is that okay?” Tomas asks, giving her a pointed look.

“What are you two up to?” Mia and Tomas share a conspiring glance. Mia’s pursing her lips so hard it looks like she’s about to burst.

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