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Unable to restrain myself a second longer, I grip her waist, shoving her down onto my cock, pushing to the hilt in a single thrust. Her pussy clenches around me at the intrusion and she grabs ahold of my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as our intermingled groans fill the room.

“Holy shit. You feel incredible.”

I hold her steady as she bounces on my dick, arching her back with every thrust. I’m bewitched, cherishing being hers in every sense.

“God, I feel so full,” Everly cries out.

I slant my mouth across hers, kissing her fervently as I buck my hips in time with hers, picking up our pace. “You ready to come with me?”

“I’ve been ready forever,” she cries.

I chuckle at her impatience before pinching her clit, sending her careening off the edge. I roar as ecstasy surges through me at the beautiful sight of Everly unraveling. I hold her tight as we ride out our orgasms together.

“Damn, you’re such a good wife, coming on my cock like that.” I nuzzle my nose into her neck, inhaling her scent.

I carefully lift her off me, not wanting to cause her pain.

We lie down, and she absentmindedly strokes my chest as she looks up at me.

“Stafford?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m really glad we got married.”

“So am I.”

“I think you’re my soulmate,” she murmurs so softly I almost miss it.

“You’re mine too,” I whisper.

I think back to the day we made our marriage pact in high school, and am struck by how my perspective has evolved. Back then, I believed I could only be Everly’s court jester, tolerated only because of my sense of humor and carefree attitude. Now I understand that our paths were always destined to intertwine, brought together by fate despite the odds stacked against us. I’m determined to be her prince, her knight in shining armor, or anything else she wants me to be, just as long as I’m hers.

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CASH

I WAKE UP TO PERSISTENTknocking. Sitting up, I see Everly is still asleep. The sound seems to be coming from downstairs. I throw on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt and go investigate, hoping to stop the noise before it wakes Everly and my parents.

When I open the front door, I’m stunned to find Theo standing on the front porch. I spoke to him on Friday to let him know I was taking Everly to Aspen Grove, and he said he was scheduled to visit one of his restaurants in New York this weekend.

“Hey, what are you doing he—”

“Where’s Everly, I need to talk to her,” he interrupts, pushing his way inside the house.

“Theo?” Everly’s voice catches my attention.

She’s standing at the top of the stairs, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. There’s a faint smudge of mascara underneath them, and her hair is tousled. Thank god she put on a pair of gray sweats to go with my Linkin Park T-shirt before she came out of the bedroom.

“Can I talk to you in private?” Theo asks.

Everly comes down the stairs to join us. “What’s wrong? I thought you were in New York.”

“This is a conversation that we needed to have in person,” Theo states, refusing to look at me.

What the hell is his problem?

Everly frowns. “Does it concern Cash?”

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