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Nate picked her up, put her back against the wall and guided his cock inside her. She groaned as he entered her, then wrapped her legs around his waist, and he began to thrust.

Their bodies moved together in rhythm. Markie’s nipples were hard against his chest. Nate grasped her ass in his hands, as he continued to move.

Markie’s moans grew louder as she neared her orgasm.

“Don’t stop, Nate,” she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper.

Nate increased his pace, and she cried out as she came, her orgasm ripping through her body.

With a final thrust, Nate came with a low, deep groan. They remained locked together, panting and gasping for breath as the water rained down over them.

Nate raised his head, stared into her eyes and Markie smiled as she watched his lips lift into a grin.

“I’m crazy about you,” he whispered against her lips.

“I’m crazy about you too,” she whispered back.

And they both knew they wouldn’t have it any other way.

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As Nate watched Markie get ready, he realized how lucky he was to have found someone who fit so perfectly into his life. Despite their initial clashes, they were now perfectly in sync, like two gears working seamlessly together.

When she looked over at him, she smiled, making him grin. He watched her place the hairdryer on the counter, walk toward him, and then stood on her toes to kiss his lips.

“I won’t be long.”

“I know, baby. Take your time. I’ll be downstairs.” Nate kissed her forehead, then left the bathroom and out of the bedroom. He couldn’t stop smiling like a man who had just found his missing puzzle piece.

He felt himself falling for her, and the thought only brought a warm sense of contentment instead of fear or doubt. After all, he had been searching for that one special woman for a while, and now he was certain she was right in front of him.

As Nate entered the kitchen, he grinned when he saw Stella and Lola waiting for him and Markie.

“Hi, Nate,” Lola greeted him with a warm smile.

“Ladies,” he greeted them both. “You both look lovely.”

Stella playfully rolled her eyes as she motioned to her dress. “Pfft, this old thing,” she teased.

“This old thing she just bought yesterday.” Lola added with a wink. Stella laughed and shook her head. “Is Markie getting ready?” Lola asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” Nate replied. “She was drying her hair. She said she wouldn’t be long.” He watched as Lola tilted her head, looking at his hair.

“Your hair looks damp too,” she observed with a sly smile.

Nate bit his lip and nodded sheepishly. “Nothing gets by you, does it?”

Lola chuckled knowingly. “Not much.”

Just then, Markie walked into the kitchen and everyone’s attention turned to her. Nate couldn’t help but notice how her cheeks flushed pink at all the attention. She looked at him with wide eyes, questioning the stares.

“Why is everyone staring at me?”

He walked toward her, placing a gentle kiss on her lips before gazing into her eyes.

“Because you’re beautiful,” he said sincerely, watching as she blinked quickly before thanking him quietly.

Turning to her mother and aunt, Markie told them they looked beautiful.

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