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She writhed against him, forcing him to hold her fast against his mouth.

Her taste was indescribable, familiar yet subtly different. Could that be the pregnancy?

He didn’t know and didn’t care. Tahlia was his goddess, and he was going to worship all night.

“Come inside me.” Tahlia wiggled her hips, trying to urge him up. Trick rose, staring at her face in the mirror. He moved, wrapping his arms under her breasts, holding her chin with his hand.

His cock drove home in one long, slow thrust as she continued to brace herself against the mirror. It was agonizing and simultaneously the most intense pleasure he’d ever felt. Throwing his head back, he savored Tahlia’s heated tightness.

She fit him like a glove. “You are the hottest, sweetest things I’ve ever felt,” he whispered, penetrating as deep as he could, the tip of his cock touching her womb.

He couldn’t avoid the mirror. Trick wanted to see Tahlia’s face as he fucked her. She knew that, of course. She knew him too well—what he thought and liked to do. Most of the time, she knew what he was going to say before he said it. And in bed…

It was the kind of connection poets wrote about—hot, dirty, sensual, and sacred all at the same time.

Before Tahlia, he hadn’t spared much thought to love, not the kind that lasted more than a night or two. He’d had it easy.

Easy was crap. Compared to this, every relationship he’d had was a pale tasteless imitation.

“Shit, Tahl…”This time, it was him moaning as she tightened and flexed around him. Instinct took over. He kept her pinned against him, his hand holding her head by the chin as he thrust harder and harder.

The smooth taut skin of her backside rubbed against him as he pumped, grinding against her until he found her G-spot. A few determined strokes later and she was shivering, her whole body tensing before she clamped down, her orgasm sweeping over her like a violent wind.

Tahlia’s mouth gaped, and her hands slid down the mirror as her strength failed. He held her with one arm and used the other to brace himself for one more desperate minute, his hips pistoning irregularly as his rhythm broke down. Another stroke and he exploded. Holding her fast against him, he watched himself pour everything he had into her.

He used the last of his strength to coordinate their fall. They slid down the wall together. His heat warmed the mirror as he sat leaning against it, cradling Tahlia’s naked body against him.

“I don’t think I’m going to be able to look in any of these mirrors without getting a hard-on.”

Tahlia giggled, her hand languidly sliding up to caress his cheek.

“Don’t get mad at me for asking this…”

He smiled down at her. Her expression was serious, but there was teasing glint in her eye.

“What is it?”

She waved at the mirrors. “Do you think that exorcised your demons?”

He laughed aloud, catching sight of their reflection—her golden body cradled in his. He’d never seen anything more beautiful.

Tahlia was a gift. Their connection was bigger and more precious than love, and soon, they were going to be a family of three. One crazy experience wasn’t stop him from taking care of them.

He met Tahlia’s eyes in the mirror. “Definitely.”

Epilogue

Patrick Tyler joined Tahlia Maria Delavordo in wedded bliss three days after his twenty-ninth birthday—breaking the hearts of thousands of single women in the process. At least that was what the tabloids said about it. The only person who cared about the headlines was the hotel’s publicist.

The wedding at the Caislean Boston was a small and intimate affair. Flowers decked the small conference room, which had been transformed by Maggie and the staff into the most glorious chapel. Instead of being married by a justice of the peace, Patrick opted for a priest from the local Catholic archdiocese.

The makeshift chapel was the very same room where they’d held that awful memorial service for Tahlia. Patrick chose it specifically for that reason. He didn’t want either of them to associate any of the rooms of the hotel with bad memories.

They only invited close friends. As for family, only the groom’s was in attendance…with one exception. And that extra guest ended up being more than either of them bargained for.

Sometime after the I do’s and the whirlwind of photos and well-wishes from their friends, Patrick motioned to someone in the back of the conference room. A few minutes later, he pulled Tahlia away from Maia and Peyton’s effusive congratulations for a surprise.

“I wanted to do this before the ceremony, but flights from Cuba have been a mess since the storm,” he said as he led her down one of the lesser-traveled service hallways near the chapel. “It hampered my search. I’d almost given up on trying to find her.”

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