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No matter how much I try to tell myself it’s too soon and it’ll never work between us, Jones keeps proving me wrong. Proving to me how right we are and how well wedowork.

Leaning forward, eyes dialed in on me, he runs his tongue up the length of my stomach to my collarbone. “I ever tell you I’ve got a thing for collarbones? Yours to be specific.”

I shake my head and don’t make a sound, too overwhelmed by his adoration.

He runs his fingertip lightly over the dip that leads to my neck. “The way the sunlight catches its angles. Your lavender lotion only brings my attention to it more. Glistening and iridescent. And the best part: I know if I search lower, I’ll find the tits my cock craves to slide between.”

“Mhmm. I love that you notice things like that.”

Eyes on me, Jones brings my piercing nipple into his mouth. Running his tongue in circles, his teeth tug lightly, enough to keep me squirming. My hips buck beneath him, but Jones doesn’t lose focus.

His pillowy lips descend just above my breasts, and he places a long kiss to my left side—over my heart. “And this,” he whispers, kissing me again. “Is my favorite part of you. The part I hope you choose to give me someday. The part I’ve seen to be resilient and strong. Highly stubborn and brave but also love so damn big with a kindness to match it.”

“Jones,” I whisper, my heart bursting.

He kisses my lips softly, our tongues colliding while the gravity of his words fester between us. Lost in the sensation, the head of his cock teases my entrance before slipping all the way in.

We both groan, our breathing in sync and our thrusts aligned. Nothing but silence stretches between us, yet our eyes, now resting in each other, say everything our words can’t.

Not yet, at least.

Love lives here. Between us. Through us. From beating heart to beating heart. I am his, and he is mine.

With fluid thrusts, Jones turns my body inside out. My spine tingles, and my toes curl as he joins our hands together and lifts them over my head, keeping me stretched out below him.

We’re as close as we can get, and I’d die if someone tore us apart.

He’s the link I’ve been missing. The one my soul chose.

Nothing could separate me from that.

“You feel so good, Capri. Makes me question how I deserve this. Deserve you.”

My eyes close as his words ink my heart. “No one deserves me more. Not when we were destined to be together. I believe that.”

Jones smiles. It’s one full of joy and pleasure, and I’m finding that to be the perfect ingredient to bliss. Fullness.

A full life.

“Come with me, Capri. Give me all of you, and I’ll do the same.”

My hips rotate, creating the most beautiful and intense friction between us as we come together. Our lips collide, drinking in our moans and breathing a newfound hope in the promise of our future together.

I’ll never let him go. That’s a promise to myself. One I have to trust will work out in the end.

Pulling Jones into my chest, I thank him for advocating for me. “Thank you for tonight. For defending me. No one has ever done that.”

He looks honored. “I’ll never stop. It’s a shame it took me coming along for it to happen. Get ready for the future as my priority, sweetheart.”

I kiss his lips. “I like the sound of that.”

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“Jesus Christ. What happened to you?”

I turn over, burying myself under the pillow.

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