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Jesus fucking Christ, this woman.

“Not yet,” I grit. “Want to fuck you right first.”

I capture her mouth, swirling my tongue with hers as my hips move frantically, desperate to feel her clench around me.

Rory slips her hand between us, letting it rest between her legs as she starts teasing her clit.

“Ohhh…”

“Daddy’s little slut, trying to make herself come. You want to come around my cock, baby girl?”

“Yes, Daddy!” she cries. “I want to come on your cock.”

I let out a breath, resigning myself to the understanding that there’s no way I can last much longer.

“Come with me,” I say, slowing my thrusts down slightly.

I kiss her again, passionately and tenderly, as we both chase our orgasms—her second of the night, my first.

I feel her flutter around me, and I want to push her over the edge. With my words this time. Instead of dirty talk, I choose honesty.

“I love you,” I murmur against her lips. “God, I fucking love you, Rory.”

It works because she immediately cries out, clenching around me and pulling my own orgasm out of me.

We stay in our position for a minute, breathless and trying to calm our racing hearts.

Once we recover, I pull out of her, already missing the contact. I lie down beside her on the bed and wrap my arms around her, pulling her in against my chest.

“You’re incredible. You’re so fucking incredible.”

She smiles up at me so sweetly. “I love you, Cole.”

“I love you, too, Rory. And I’m going to spend the rest of my life falling more in love with you.”

“I can’t wait,” she replies sleepily, obviously exhausted after two orgasms.

So I leave her where she is, letting her fall asleep on my chest.

I won’t keep her like this long—I still need to clean her up. But I will enjoy it for a moment because watching the woman I love sleeping comfortably upon me just pulls me in even deeper.

We’re still at the start of our forever, and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us.

forty-six

Rory

Tuesday morning is thestart of the Stars’ new season.

It’s also the day of Sage’s first dance lesson.

Lane is here with us because he can’t bear to miss his daughter’s first lesson. He can’t be here long, but he came anyway to be there for Sage.

The studio is in nearby Greenwich Village, so we all walk over together, Sage forging ahead of us in the cutest little ballet outfit you’ve ever seen. We arrive and check in, and the woman at the front desk leads us to a private room with the instructor.

Finch Ballet Company is renowned worldwide for training some of the world’s greatest ballet dancers. The studio owner, Eileen Finch, opened it nearly thirty years ago after she left the New York City Ballet. The notoriety she received as a ballerina had people flocking to her studio, and it’s grown every year since.

Eileen is going to be Sage’s instructor. Perks of having a famous baseball player for a dad who can pay for private lessons.

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