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“Ow,” she whispers, her voice floating on bliss. “No.”

“Touch yourself,” I remind her.

“I am.”

“I can feel it. I know how much you like this. Can you feel how hard I am? My balls are aching for you, Taylor. Ready to burst.”

Her thighs shake beneath me, her head twisting left and right with abandon as I pick up speed, chasing her now. She’s going to come first. She’s going to come, and I’m going to feel it and go off like a rocket with her.

I hunch up, a beast on top of her, and fuck her as she howls through the start of it. The first deep clench pushes me over the edge, and it almost hurts how my body tries to turn itself inside out for her.

All for her.

My sweet, beautiful Taylor.

“Love you,” I mutter as I roll off her.

“I bet you say that to all your captive sex slaves,” she whispers as she climbs on top of me to kiss me.

“Dunno.” I fling my shaking arm around her. “You were my first and last and only.”

First Epilogue

Luke

One Month Later

“Happy birthday to you,”Taylor sings, swaying toward me. “Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, Detective Vasquez, happy birthday toooooo youuuuu.”

On the last two notes, she sinks to her knees in front of me, holding the cupcake out.

But when I lean in to blow out the candle, she beats me too it. “Blowing is my job tonight,” she says with a wink.

I groan and laugh because hot damn, and yessss, thank you.

“Hold this,” she says pertly, giving me the cupcake. “But I’ll want it back in a second. After I open my present.”

“You blew out the candle, and you’re opening a present… Whose birthday is it, princess?”

“Yours,” she says breathily. “And you’ll get more presents later. I have a whole pile of them in my closet.”

I can’t wait.

But could anything be better than the view I have of her sweet, plump mouth moving against me, sucking like she can’t get enough of my swollen, angry cock? Or when she pulls off with a wet slurp to grin at me before licking around my head, her wet, slick tongue hitting all my favorite spots?

Nothing is better than this.

Nothing is better than her eager service, her hot mouth, her sharp, knowing gaze as she watches me watching her.

“Best birthday ever,” I growl after I come down her throat in thick, hot spurts. “Kiss me, Princess.”

She crawls into my lap and I taste myself on her mouth. Then I tumble her sideways and drop to my knees.

It’s my birthday. I’ll return the fucking treat if I damn well feel like it.

Once we’re both sated with birthday sex, she scampers away and returns with a bag overflowing with presents. Some are big, some are small. As I open each of them, she has a story to go with them all. The book of sports cars she found in a vintage shop. The scarf she wants me to wear when we go to D.C. for Thanksgiving, a holiday Hailey is insisting on hosting for the first time ever. A cleansing of sorts for the Reid sisters.

I fully support.

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