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Slowly, he sat up and stood next to the bed. I raised my brows. “What do you have planned?”

“If you bend over the mattress, I can take you without hurting myself.”

I rose to my knees and moved to the edge of the mattress. Running my hand down his chest, I replied, “You do feel bigger that way.” I stroked his cock and reveled in his groan. “Almost like one of my toys.”

“Okay, now I’m definitely going to have to see these toys of yours. But for the moment…”

He flipped me over, and I squealed. “Rafe, don’t hurt yourself!”

Grabbing my hips, he pulled me down until my legs draped over the side. “Short of passing out, nothing is going to stop me from claiming the woman I love. From claiming my wife.”

Wanting to feel him as deep as possible, I moved my knees to the mattress, raised my ass and lowered my chest before wiggling my behind. “Then what are you waiting for?”

He ran a finger through my center, teasing my clit a second, before murmuring, “I love you.”

Before I could reply, he thrust his cock into me, and I moaned. He was big and hard and hot. So hot.

“Tell me, Abigail. I want to hear the words again.”

“I love you.”

He lightly slapped my ass cheek. “Good girl.”

And then he began to move. I matched his ever-increasing rhythm, lost to the feel of him, his touch, the fact he loved me and I him.

Then his fingers found my clit again, and soon I came, moaning his name as Rafe stilled and came inside me.

Eventually, his hands caressed my back, up and down, as he said, “I love you, Abby.”

Turning my head to the side, I replied, “And I love you, Rafe.”

He pulled out. “Stay there. I’ll get a washcloth.”

I knew I should’ve said I could do it. But there was something about this moment, between sharing our feelings and him coming inside me, that I held my tongue. And when he returned, Rafe washed me carefully with the warm cloth. Once he tossed it aside, he murmured, “Come here, love.”

I rose and turned around, wrapping my arms around him. Rafe kissed the top of my head. “Now about those toys of yours…”

Laughing, I raised my head. “What? You want to see them now?”

“Considering I feel as if I’m going to keel over, yes. I need to keep my wife satisfied until I’m at full strength again.”

I smiled and hooked my arms around his neck. “Oh, I think between me riding your face and my toy drawer, I’ll be just fine.”

“You liked that earlier, then, huh?”

“Yes. As long as you did too.”

His hands moved to my ass and gripped me possessively. “I love everything about you, Abigail Mendoza. And I will never tire of you. Ever.”

As Rafe kissed me, a sense of rightness and peace settled over me. At one time, I might’ve doubted his words. But Rafe was mine, as much as I was his, and I trusted him.

Now all I had to do was find a way to banish my past, once and for all, so we could finally live the happy ending we both deserved.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Abby

Emmy:You’re going to do a great job!

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