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I smile at her. “You have an art room,” I remind her, and she cracks a smile. “If I have to send the collection by private jet to the city in order to keep you here, I will do it. Just please… stay.”

She laughs, putting her forehead to mine. She places her hand behind my neck, pulling my lips to meet hers and kissing me deeply.

We finally pull away, and I press a kiss to her forehead. “Let’s go home,” I whisper, taking her hand to guide her off the bus for the last time.

Chapter twenty-six

Epilogue

Two Years Later…

Cade

“You’re kidding? Arthur Donaugh wants to display my collection in his gallery?”

I lay back in our bed, watching Sloane talk on the phone with her agent, Lori. The exhibition in NYC featuring her Rose Valley collection was a smash hit. All her visitors have ensuredthat Sloane continues to flourish and showcase her versatility, cementing her status as a rising force in the art world.

I couldn’t be more proud of her. I’ve seen a growing change in her over these last two years. Before, she was uncertain about her work and her emotions, but now she paints with all her feelings, to the point it’s become something of a niche for her.

And Theo, he got what was coming to him. Turns out the high school art teacher life wasn’t for him, so he traded it in for being an art teacher at the New York State Penitentiary. Can’t say I feel bad for the guy after all he put Sloane through, but I hardly think he will handle prison well.

“Yes, absolutely. I’ll connect with you Monday morning. Bye,” Sloane says, hanging up the phone excitedly. She turns to face me, and I smile warmly at her. “Arthur Donaugh wants to display my newest collection at his gallery,” she states, and even though I don’t know who that is, her enthusiasm tells me he’s someone important.

“That’s amazing, babe. Where’s his gallery?” I ask.

“London,” she replies, and I nod, biting my bottom lip. “I’m going international, Cade. This is a dream come true,” she says softly, still in disbelief.

I grin at her, leaning up and pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “You deserve all your success,” I whisper truthfully. She’s worked herass off for this moment, and I couldn’t be more excited for her. I can’t wait until Liam hears about it. I know he’ll be excited, too.

“I guess this means we have to plan a family trip to London,” I add.

She shakes her head and gives a little laugh. “I forget sometimes I can do that now,” she replies.

I start placing tender kisses up her neck. She hums at my attention, leaning back to lay beside me.

“You better get used to it, Mrs. Hart,” I reply quietly, running my hand under her shirt and across her bare stomach. She sighs contently when I press my lips just under her ear. “We should celebrate, you know,” I whisper slyly in her ear.

Not needing any more persuasion, she turns and captures my lips with her own. I groan into her mouth, feeling the want and need that is pooling inside her, matching my own. She plunges her tongue into my mouth and nips my bottom lip like she wants to devour me. And I’m more than willing to let her do it.

I let out a gasp as she takes my hand and slides it under the waistband of her underwear. I slide one finger into her slick opening and start to pump, feeling her tighten and pulse around me. Her breath hitches, speeding up as I add another finger, stretching her further. Before I know it, she starts shamelessly riding my hand, desperate for relief.

I chuckle but don’t stop my ministrations. “Someone is in a hurry,” I tease as my fingers dance and pump inside her. She sighs happily into my mouth, then lets out a deep whimper as I speed up my movements.

“You know how it goes by now,” she says, her voice trembling with pleasure. She groans into my shoulder, and I feel my own craving for her making my boxers uncomfortably tight.

She protests a little when I remove my hand from her, but she helps me tug my boxers off. I lay her down on the bed once we’re both totally bare, our skin hot and flushed with need. She’s ready for me, as she always is, and she lets out a quiet cry as I waste no time thrusting into her.

Our bodies effortlessly meld together as one, as if we’re made for each other. We settle into a slow, sensual rhythm, chasing each other’s pleasure as our hips slam together with increasing force. I breathlessly pull her closer as she wraps her arms around my back and her legs around my waist, interlocking her feet. I kiss and lick along all the skin I can find, tasting the salty sweat that has begun to form. She tugs on my hair, making me stifle a groan. She knows how much that makes me lose all my bearings.

Before long, she’s moaning steadily into my ear, her breath tickling my neck. It sends me into a tailspin. I’m aching to push her over the edge, to feel her clench around me in a shattering climax.

“Please, Cade,” she begs, and I turn us over so I’m lying on my back, letting her use me however she wants to get her pleasure.

She takes over the movements, riding me hard and bracing herself with her hands on my chest. I meet her energy with my own, holding her waist steady and thrusting upward to the hilt. Her movements start to become erratic, and she throws her head back, filled with a now-overpowering need for release. I drink her in above me, sliding my hands over her breasts, gently pinching her nipples, trying to enhance her pleasure any way I can as our skin slaps together.

Sloane claps her hand over her mouth as one firm, rolling thrust from me finally pushes her over the edge. She bits her lip hard and moans as quietly as she can into her hand, her body shaking with release.

I come undone as I watch, the blissful expression washing over her face destroying whatever control I have left. I explode into her, grunting hard as I finish, pressing my head back into the pillow.

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