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I tighten my legs around him, my pussy clamping down on him, and he thrusts one final time, roaring out his climax, then collapsing on top of me.

I love the feel of his weight. My mouth moves to his throat, pressing soft, loving kisses from his collarbone, to his jaw, to his ear. I nuzzle and nip at his earlobe.

He groans, and the vibration rumbles through his chest. My hands slide along his spine, to the dimples at the base, to his butt cheeks.”

I feel so satisfied, so happy, so truly content for the first time in so long. I feel like we’ve built a bridge to each other—one that is strong enough to last a lifetime.

Still buried inside me, he lifts enough to take my face in his hands.

“Ma told me I need to be the man who deserved you.”

“You are. Absolutely.”

“I swear I’ll be the best man I can be for you and for our children some day.”

I nod, my eyes filling.

“Are those happy tears?” he asks.

“Yes. Very happy tears. I don’t need anything but your love.”

“You have it, pretty girl. All of it.” He presses a soft kiss to my mouth. “I do love you, baby. So very much.”

“I love you, too.”

He pulls out and falls to the bed beside me, taking me in his arms.

I tuck my head under his chin, my cheek to his chest, and listen to his heartbeat.

His fingers coast up and down my spine, and I idly drag a fingertip over the lines of his tattoos.

“How do you like what I did with the restaurant?” he asks.

“I love it.”

“Any suggestions? Anything we should do differently?”

I smile, loving that Kyle seems to like cuddling and talking in hushed voices. I love to listen to his deep voice, and soon, it lulls me to sleep.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Kyle—

We spend Sunday and Monday in bed together, barely coming up for air to get food.

It’s mid-morning on Tuesday, and Sutton is still asleep when I slip from the bed and tug on my jeans. Padding into the kitchen, I start a pot of coffee, then go out to the deck to touch base with TJ.

ME: YOU UP?

TJ: YEAH, LOVER BOY. YOU COME UP FOR AIR? WE’VE GOT CHURCH TONIGHT.

ME: NICE OF PREZ TO CUT ME ONE DAY SLACK.

TJ: YOU KNOW MY OL’ MAN.

ME: I’VE GOT A FAVOR TO ASK

TJ: DON’T YOU ALWAYS

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