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“Oh please no. Don’t fucking stop.” Her fingers claw into my arm.

Who am I to argue?

I let her hips settle lower, watching her teeth pull her lower lip between them.

It’s only when I’m fully seated that her head tips back with my faster thrusts that the first shudder runs through her.

My groin gets soaked with her rapid orgasm as a low moan builds in her chest.

Hanging by only the silk tie, she flexes her back away, changing the angle so I can sink to my belly into her convulsing virgin ass.

Again, a cinching spasm shakes through her and another douse wets my thighs.

Jesus, I can’t hold much longer.

Her pulsing muscles squeeze my cock until I find myself pistoning into her, then the wave crashes over me.

She cries out with yet another as I lose myself. My nuts spasm a burning release into her hot pulsations.

Tremors jerk my waist until my sensitive cock feels as if it’s on fire.

Collapsing onto the bed, I let myself slip free and prop my hat over my face.

Both of our chests heave, sweat covers our bodies.

“I think I’m in a puddle,” she giggles. Her arms are still locked behind my neck, but she nestles her head on my shoulder.

I prop up the brim to see her. “That’s why I made sure the room had two beds.” I grin.

When I’ve caught my breath, I use my good arm to scoop her from the sopping mattress and carry her to the bathroom.

As the steam fills the spacious room, I lower her slowly to the warm tile and untie her wrists.

Pulling her left hand to my lips, I leave a slow kiss over the shining band on her finger.

“Can I take off my hat now Mrs. McCullough?”

A smile plays over her lips. “For now.”

Epilogue

Dixon

Pulling out the drawerin the safe, I slip in the finalized adoption papers.

Char wraps her arms around my neck, her baby belly presses against my side. Turning, I lift her onto my lap and let my palm rest over the bump.

“Do you think Paisley will remember him?” I can’t stop wanting to touch my wife.

She’s barely halfway through her pregnancy, but with two little ones vying for space, I can finally feel them moving beneath her skin.

Char covers my knuckles with her warm hand. “I hope she doesn’t. Her nightmares seem to be getting better. She’s going to have so many cousins and siblings to keep her busy, maybe she will forget ever being a Simmons.” Her nose wrinkles as if the name itself was sour.

“It’ll be rough enough being a McCullough.” I press a hard kiss to her cheek, then lift her up as I stand. “I’ll get the side by side loaded. Lori will get cranky if we aren’t there on time.”

Char giggles. “Don’t be silly, she’s a saint. I know you’re hungry. If you’re starving, I have a snack for you.” Her eyebrows wiggle.

“Mmm.” I let my chest rumble while picking her up. “Thanksgiving can wait. My girl has needs.”

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