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Even as she smiles she bites her lips, those hormones working in my favour as she snatches the keys off me and hurries up the path to unlock the front door.

My cock is already hard as I follow behind, my pregophilia kicking in once again.

I never realised I had so many fucking fetishes, but the thing is, they start and end with Jaxcen.Sheis my fetish. My addiction. My reason to fucking breathe.

But fuck, can you blame me?

She was put on this earth just for me, that I’m sure of. And now, with her body changing, even though she feels like an oversized hippopotamus—her words, not mine—I do everything I can to make her feel as sexy as she looks to me.

The moment I close the front door, she pounces on me, but I manage to steer her to the stairs, up them and coax her into our bedroom because I know the bed is the safest place for an eight month pregnant woman to be railed.

I have her naked within seconds as she wrestles to get me bare, and when I have her positioned on the end of the bed, her legs over my shoulders and my cock disappearing inside her, I see the glint of her engagement ring as she tweaks her own nipples, and I want to pound my chest like a fucking caveman, declaring his ownership over a woman for all the land to see.

She is mine, in every fucking way, and I’ll never tire of possessing her.

Chapter forty-five

Epilogue 2 - Four Years Later

Jaxcen - Part 1

With my hand over my heart, I study the security monitor watching Devon as he stands looking dapper in his light grey suit on the balcony just off our living area.

He’s waiting, and my heart flutters with excitement as I hear the cutest little voices flow through on the speaker.

“Come on, Harry. Daddy’s waiting to see us.”

Izzy’s sweet voice elicits adored sighs from my bridesmaids Presley, Marilda, and Allegra, as they watch beside me.

“In you go.” I hear Devon’s sister Jen urge off screen, before the two little heads of my children appear, Izzy’s hair in a long cascade of dark curls, while Harry’s shorter blonde curls are a little more tamed today thanks to Devon’s sisters working their magic with product and telling Harry it was magic lotion to help him grow so he can be just like his daddy.

“Daddy!” Harry calls as he sees Devon standing by the railing, and as Devon turns for his first look at his two children ready for our wedding, I see him stagger back a little, and I know he feels it too.

Floored.

This life. These kids. How lucky are we?

So damn lucky.

All we need is each other. Nothing else matters.

“Buddy, look at you.” Devon coos, dropping to one knee as Harry’s little three year-old legs move quickly before he leaps into his daddy’s arms and Devon stands holding his son.

“Oh lord. I think I just got pregnant,” Presley says, and Marilda and Allegra giggle.

“Don’t you look smart in your suit?” Devon remarks and Harry nods.

“Just like you, Daddy.”

Devon beams. “Little man, you look better than me.”

Proud of that fact, Harry wriggles to get down, and the moment his feet hit the deck, he does the most ridiculous dance that brings out a deep rumble of laughter from Devon.

“Girl, you’re totally getting knocked up tonight.” Allegra giggles, and I glance at her quickly to see her brows wagging. “The way you are eye fucking your husband-to-be right now should be illegal.”

I giggle back, not even bothering to deny that Devon and I will likely not come up for air after today until he’s satisfied that I’m bearing his third child.

He’s wanted another for a while, but I begged him to hold off so we could enjoy Isabelle and Harry for a bit, and so I could get into shape to fit into my dream wedding dress, of course.

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