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Kicking off my shoes and dropping my gear bag just inside the door, I headed deeper into the house and flicked off the light behind me. The living room was dark, as was the hallway.

Passing by the twin’s room and the guest room that was serving as Dexter’s room, I saw no light coming from under the crack of either door. Probably a good thing since it was pretty late.

The fire hadn’t been horrible to get under control, but had taken forever to get the entire thing put out. By the time we were finished, all of us were exhausted and ready to call it a night.

As I got to my room, I happily noted that the light from under the door spilled out into the hallway. Seeing it made me smile. Xavier waiting up for me wasn’t expected, but was appreciated, nonetheless.

While I wouldn’t blame him for falling asleep from the jet lag, I also wanted to celebrate with him.

Getting engaged was a big fucking deal!

Popping the door open, I slipped inside as quietly as possible and then closed it behind me without a sound.

Xavier was sitting up in my bed with the covers laid out over his lap and his phone in his hand while he watched something. His head snapped up immediately the moment I stepped into the room, his phone getting tossed to the side in favor of focusing his attention on me.

“How did it go?” he asked, slipping out of bed to come over to me.

I folded myself into his arms, sighing when he pulled me into a tight hug. “Fine. No casualties.”

“That’s good to hear.”

He ran his fingers through my hair, still a little damp from the fast shower I’d taken at the station to get the smell of smoke and sweat off me. Being stuffed inside of my helmet and gear for the past three hours after being brutally assaulted by the scorching heat of a house fire did not produce a smell that would be pleasant for our celebration.

“I can’t believe you proposed to me.” I still couldn’t get any of it out of my head. The way he’d looked kneeling in front of me, how he held out the box to me with the ring inside just as the sky lit up bright with fireworks, or how earnest he’d looked as he’d asked me to marry him.

Ugh!

I was never going to get over it all. Of course, I didn’t want to, either.

“Come here,” he said, walking us backward to the bed.

I let him lead us, pulling him into a kiss as he turned me around to lay me down on top of my bed. He only broke it briefly to divest me of my clothes, tossing the material away from us and laying me bare before him.

A soft grumble rumbled up inside of his chest as his gaze roamed over me, and he looked pleased at what he saw.

I beckoned him forward with a single finger, loving how easily it was to call him to me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, dragging him down into another kiss.

His tongue rolled along mine, his hips bucking until I spread my legs and wrapped them around his waist.

Fuck, I wanted him so badly.

Xavier was my damn addiction and I didn’t even care if that was wrong of me to think.

He trailed his lips down my jawline, leaving wet kisses until he found the sensitive spot on my neck that always made me squirm whenever he sucked on it. He sank his teeth into my skin, sucking and licking as he did so, hard enough that I ground myself up against his hips and begged for a damn release.

At some point, he was going to have to stuff a sock in my mouth because there was no way I was going to be able to remain quiet.

Seeming to read my mind, Xavier’s hand curled around my mouth, keeping it locked tight while he sat up. “You going to behave for me?”

I shook my head. I knew my limits too well to pretend like I was any good at obeying them.

He chuckled and took his hand off my mouth in order to tug off his t-shirt. Next, he shoved his sweats down his hips, his cock popping out and bobbing at me. Automatically, I grabbed onto the back of my knees and brought them up to my chest, exposing myself to him.

His eyes locked onto my hole immediately, his lips parting with lust. “Oh, Gage...”

“Hurry up and fuck your new fiancé. He’s tired of waiting.”

Xavier let out a soft groan. “Oh, I love the sound of that.”

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