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“This kitchen needs to be completely gutted. We’ll need more prep space and storage. What do you think of reorienting everything, so the focus is out toward the back of the house and the beautiful views? We’ll have to open this up with new doors. I want the view unobstructed. I’ll have to find that competition reno show I watched. There were these glass doors I loved,” she murmurs, scanning the space.

The shock has worn off and cakes is in her element.

“Whatever you want.”

She winks, the smile telling me those words are all she needed to hear, as she leads me down the hall and we find the stairs to the basement.

“This is the perfect home theater room. What about a game room through here?”

“I love that, babycakes.”

She doesn’t respond, but just takes out her phone to take pictures and type up some notes.

I already have drinks planned later this week with the guys so I can get contractor recs from Ty and Eli. They know all about how this renovation shit works, they’ll be huge assets for us. Now that I know this will be our forever home and I'm ready for the life that comes with it.

“Have I said thank you?” She shakes her head as I pull her flush against me. “I know I haven’t told you I love you enough.”

“You don't have to.” I can’t resist dropping a kiss on those full, upturned lips. “This home is for us.” Another kiss. “It’s our future.” I sink my teeth in her juicy bottom lip this time. “Which means you’ll have forever and a day to tell me how much you love me.”

Her tongue comes out to play as she stretches to deepen the kiss. “And that still won’t be enough.”

Her beaming face is all the thanks I need, and I’ll be sure to make her smile daily. I want her to know that she is loved, so loved, she never has to wonder.

“Xan, everything is perfect. You’re perfect. Thank you, stud. Our life has just started, and you’ve already made just about all my dreams come true. I love you, Mr. Grant.”

My heart beats for her. With a little recon, okay, and maybe some light stalking, the love of my life just fell into my lap.

My own fucking Cinderalla.

“I love you, future Mrs. Grant. This is just the beginning and our forever starts now.”

EPILOGUE

LONDON

Three Months Later…

Stretching like a cat, my lips are quick to lift into a broad smile as I luxuriate in the sumptuous sheets of this enormous bed.How did I end up here?Off the coast of Malta on a fantabulous mega yacht celebrating some ridiculously sweet made-up anniversary. Through the curved seamless windows, the darkening sky and even darker water greets me.

When I'd fallen asleep, I'd been wrapped in the arms of my handsome love, held tight against his chest as he fell asleep murmuring softly in my ear how much he loved me. This girl has gotten used to being adored and absolutely spoiled rotten. It's not the tangible gifts that make me love him, though each one is thoughtful in its own way. What I cherish most is the unmistakable adoration in his voice, the warmth in his gaze that follows me wherever I go, and the way he proudly loves and claims me, no matter where we are or who’s around.

But right now, I’m furious. He can't just leave me to wake up alone. Scrambling from the bed, I cross the room tothe beautifully appointed bathroom that matches the primary bedroom’s colors of cream and gold. Turning on the shower, I grab my shower cap, needing to be put together and clean off the cum residue to really give him a piece of my mind.

The room starts to steam up as I step inside the enclosure, and I sigh as the warm water with the perfect amount of pressure hits me from just about every angle. As the water sluices over me, relaxing muscles and soothing my wrecked body, I reconsider. These delicious aches are all from the exquisite lovemaking of just a few hours ago. Now I’m being pampered in this spacious shower aboard this massive ship after being whisked away just forty-eight hours ago. Can I really be mad at him? And as I remember his gorgeous face, sexy and serious as he pounded into me, intent on giving me the utmost pleasure, the little voice inside tells me no, knock it off, you can’t stay mad at that face and glorious dick.

Chuckling to myself, I liberally add body wash to my loofah, remembering the night we met. My flight had been delayed, so I’d arrived shortly before the wedding, looking forward to catching up with my family before the ceremony. Auntie J was happy to share the what’s what and who’s who in the crowd as we all waited for the grand event. As we made our way out to the beach to the magical ceremony site, I’d snapped pictures of the billion candles and glorious floral arrangements when he came into view.

I’d obviously seen him before, in pictures and videos online, but never in person. But as Xander and Drew made their way to their seats, I inconspicuously snapped a few candids. Windswept jet-black hair, obsidian eyes, golden skin, impressively broad shoulders wrapped in the perfectly tailored pale blue summer suit, and a sexy grin gracing lips that I wanted to taste. Drew was his complete opposite and did nothing for me but the two of them together were striking.

I snapped a few more pics, zooming in to perfectly capture the quirk of his lips as he joked with Drew, when he’d looked up and his eyes locked on me. Lowering my camera, goose bumps pricked my skin as our eyes met just as the processional music rang out.

Zing. I’m pretty sure I said it aloud, or maybe I mouthed it, but he smirked, so fucking cocky, and I knew it was on. We’d avoided each other until after the ceremony, everyone loosening up during the cocktail hour. I’d been inside taking in the views from one of the balconies when Xan finally approached me, oozing confidence.

“I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Xander.”

His voice was husky, enticing, and so smooth. I was a goner as soon as he opened his mouth.

“London.”

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