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“We’ll run to the store tomorrow and get more.” His lips drop down to mine, and we kiss as if our lives depend on it as we seal all the promises we just made.

He backs away and helps me out of my pants and panties, and then he gets rid of his own jeans while I shimmy into a comfortable position. And then he’s back, his heat perched over me, that beautiful sensation where he bears down some of his weight and I breathe him in, his fresh, woodsy scent combined with the element that just makes himhim, and I tilt my hips up to try to gain some friction from the erection hanging between us. He grips onto it and slides it through me, pumping it againstmy clit a few beats, and my eyes roll back at the feel as I let out a soft grunt.

“We have to be quiet.” He whispers the reminder close to my ear, and I nod, my eyes shining with lust as they connect with his. And then he pushes himself into me. His hand glides along my torso and lands on my breast, which he massages as he drives his hips against mine. His grunts are soft as he buries his face in my neck, and he lets go of my breast so he can lace one arm around me, pulling my body close against his as he makes love to me. His lips move along my collarbone as he whispers softly to me.

“Fuck, you’re so tight and wet for me, so fucking hot and gorgeous.”

My moaning gets a little louder at his dirty talk.

“Be my good girl and be quiet,” he says. “Take my cock, baby. Keep taking it so deep.” As he says those words, he pushes in as far as he can go and doesn’t move, but he lifts his face from my neck. My eyes are shut tight as I drink in the pleasure, and I only know he’s moved since I feel the cool absence of his mouth there. “Look at me,” he says. “I want to see your beautiful face twisted in pleasure when I make you come.”

My eyes open and meet his. His words and his face in my view and the feel of his cock as it twitches so deeply inside of me combined with the fierce love and adoration I see in his eyes is everything I want to live in forever, and it’s everything I need to catapult me into a vicious climax.

I can’t help it. I close my eyes, and I sink my teeth into his shoulder as I dig my nails into his back. He grunts loudly as he starts to come, too, the two of us thrashing our way through the ecstasy as one.

When it’s all over and our bodies start to relax, worn out and sated for now, he collapses over the top of me for a beat, his cock still inside me as neither of us moves to break the connection.It’s not a connection I want to break. It’s the way our bodies seem to speak best in the language that’s theirs and theirs alone. It’s the way I can feel physically closest to him as our emotional and spiritual bond strengthens and ties us together in a way that feels very much like forever.

It's pure and utter perfection, and as he slips out and I start to fall asleep after a long, exhausting day, I can’t help the last thought that rushes through my mind before sleep overtakes me.

It’s a picture of the future, of him getting down on his knee and presenting that Cartier box to me, and me nodding my head as I accept his proposal.

I don’t want it to be the future, though.

I want him forever, and I want our forever to begin right now.

CHAPTER 24: GABBY

“How come Barbie isn’t pregnant?” Cooper asks.

My brows dip as he glances at me in the rearview mirror. His mother is in the passenger seat beside him.

“Why?” I ask.

“Because Ken came in another box.” He cracks up at his own joke, and my cheeks flush that he just told a dirty joke in front of his mother.

“Cooper Michael!” she says, smacking him in the arm, and he holds the spot of the offense for a moment in the sort of dramatic acting I always thought athletes were taught in athlete school to make any injury appear far worse than it actually is.

“What? It’s funny!” he says, still laughing.

“It’s disgusting. I didn’t raise you that way,” she scolds, pursing her lips even though they’re tipping a bit into a smile, as if she’s thriving having both her boys in town at the same time.

“Connor told it to me,” he says defensively, and I giggle at that.

“I love how you’re both adult men in your thirties and you still blame each other,” I pipe up from the backseat.

Cheryl turns around to look at me. “Girl, I have about a million stories of these two stinkers getting into trouble. Being a boy mom is never a walk in the park, let me tell you. More like a leap through the park and climbing a rock wall before jumping into a den of lions.”

Cooper rolls his eyes. “That’s a little dramatic.”

“Dramatically accurate,” she counters.

I giggle at the two of them, and my heart twists for a beat that I don’t have that same kind of bond with my own mother…that I don’t have siblings to get into trouble with.

At least I have my dad, and he’s been so incredible to me.

My heart twists the other way for a beat as I think about how he’ll really feel when he finds out about Cooper and me.

What if it hurts my relationship with him? It’s still so new, and the thought of doing anything at all to compromise it has me feeling a certain way.

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