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I pick up my pace, and as I suck hard, she cries out, “Right there, don’t stop!” As she winds tighter, her legs shake, and I feast on her until she soaks my beard.

Finally slowing the strokes of my fingers and tongue, I murmur, “One more, Red.”

She tugs on my hair, laughing, “That wasn’t the deal.” Reaching for the pack of condoms in the nightstand, she tears one off and rips it open with her teeth. I sit up, slipping my hands under the jersey to cup my perfect breasts. Her nipples peak under my palms as I rest my cock just above her clit, shifting to rub my length against her. Each barbel swipes across her slippery clit, making her breath ragged. “Be careful,” she warns.

“I will, but I love how wet you are for me. I want to feel it before I slide that on.” I take the condom from her and roll it onto my cock, mindful of each piercing.

A wolfish grin tilts her lips as I reach for her vibrator and a small bottle of lube, setting them beside her. “What are you up to?”

“Nothing.” I pour a little whisky into one of the glasses, then take a sip. Scarlett props herself up on her elbows, and I lean in to kiss her. The rich, golden liquid slips into her mouth, and I fucking love the mix of the spicy alcohol and her release. I press my cock deep inside her in a single thrust, a moan slipping from my lips as she kisses me back harder. “Fuck, baby, you feel too good.”

As I rock in and out of her tight pussy, her kisses become desperate, like she can’t get close enough. I pull out, and she whimpers, “What’s wrong?”

“Lay back and relax.” I squirt a dollop of lube onto my cock, stroking to coat the condom, then lift her ass to tuck a pillow underneath her. Teasing her tight hole with the head of my cock, I groan, pressing in an inch. “Québec City.”

Her brows pinch. “What? Is that your new safe word or something?”

“No,” I laugh, and push in another inch. “I’m being traded here.”

“Are you serious?” she gasps as I continue to slide inside her.

“Yeah, baby.” I grab the vibrator, adding a bit more lube. “That’s why they made the call for me to play tonight.” I never mentioned a trade before, not wanting to get her hopes up. I also wanted to ensure it wouldn’t disrupt her job. We’ll need tosign paperwork with HR, and I’ll need to find another physical therapist to work with, but it’ll be worth it.

Scarlett grips the blanket as I slowly thrust the vibrator in and out of her. She’s so fucking beautiful laid out for me like this. When I turn it on, a tear slips from her eye, and I wipe it away with the pad of my thumb.

“Shit, Red, are you okay? Is it too much?”

I begin pulling the vibrator out, but she grips my wrist, keeping it in place. “No,” she breathes. “It’s not too much.”

“Then why are you crying?”

“You’re moving here.”

Cupping her cheek, I whisper, “For you.”

Scarlett covers her mouth to stifle a sob, and it’s taking everything in me to not get choked up myself. I’ve wished for something like this to happen for so long, hating how we’ve been long distance this whole time. In the next month, I’ll be able to move here and be with the woman I intend to spend the rest of my life with.

“Guess we’ll have to get you another sweater once the trade is complete,” I tease. “As much as I love seeing my name on your back, if I have it my way, it’ll beourname.”

“You arenotproposing to me while you’re—Ahh!” I increase the vibration of her toy, chuckling darkly as she writhes beneath me. “You’re not playing fair!”

“No, I’m playing for keeps.” With my cock buried inside her, I swirl the vibrator as I thrust it in and out of her tight, wet cunt.She’s unable to hold on a moment longer, and as her orgasm barrels through her, I praise, “That’s it, beautiful, let go for me.”

Her pussy clenches around the toy as I slowly pump into her ass. I grit out a few swears as my balls tighten and cock swells, and empty myself into the condom. We’re both a sweaty mess, struggling to catch our breath.

I’m at a loss for words, unable to properly articulate how much I love her. She’s it—my forever. The moment I pull out and remove the condom, she scrambles to climb onto my lap, wrapping her arms around me. We stay there, locked in each other’s embrace, as our breathing slows.

“Will you move in with me?”

“Of course.” I kiss her neck and whisper against her skin, “Je t’aime, Scarlett.”

An adorable laugh bubbles out of her. “I love you too, bestie.”

EPILOGUE — RUSS

THREE YEARS LATER

Scarlett and I are attending Lucas and Bridget’s wedding in Australia, and being surrounded by so much love has me itching to propose to my girl. I’ve been carrying her ring around for almost a year, but the right moment never presented itself.

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