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“The party just started.”

“Don’t care.”

And I know Reagan doesn’t care either when she follows me happily, not actually trying to get away. It might be the pregnancy, or it might be the fact that we’ve never been good about keeping our hands off each other, but she’s just as desperate as I am.

“The party will still be raging in an hour, so I doubt we’ll miss anything. I promise we’ll be back in time for them to cut the cake.”

“And until then?” She pauses as I unlock the door and swing it open.

Reaching down, I sweep her up into my arms, carrying her over the threshold.

“Until then, I’m going to strip you out of this lacy dress and worship you from head to toe. Got a problem with that?”

Her cheeks flush with color. “Absolutely not.”

I kick the door shut behind us and make good on that vow.

Epilogue

Reagan

My eyes flutter opento find Jesse under the sheets, between my legs.

“Jesse.” I dig my fingers into his hair as he slowly kisses my clit.

He circles his tongue in perfect sweeps that have every nerve in my body tingling. His hum vibrates through my core, and when I pull back the sheet to get a better look, I notice he’s stroking himself while he wakes me up.

“Good morning, wife.” He swipes his tongue up my center and then looks up at me, grinning.

I’ll never get tired of him calling me that. If I thought his using the sweetheart nickname was an aphrodisiac, then wife is a next-level panty-dropping one.

“Good morning.” My thighs tighten on his head as he drives two fingers in. “Don’t stop.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He dives back between my legs, and pinpricks of stars fill the room.

This man makes the universe seem more tangible with how he touches me. Slow but intense. Rough and determined. Like he wants to eat me alive, and I want to let him.

His attention moves up as he slides another finger into me, and my cries fill the room.

The good thing about the clubhouse is the thick walls, and the fact that someone is always fucking somewhere, so no one thinks twice when they hear it.

I’m still in a sleepy haze, but it has Jesse more determined. Working me at every sensitive spot as my heart starts to race. And when he reaches up to pinch my nipple at the same time as his fingers curl, he sends me over the edge.

My body tingles and floats. His thick hair is threaded between my fingers, and I hold him where I need him as I ride out the waves.

My body shakes until I finally unclench my thighs and release him.

Jesse grins, trailing a path of kisses over my ribs, up the center of my chest between my breasts until he reaches my mouth.

I can taste myself on him, and it’s intoxicating.

He grins against my mouth. “Maybe I’ll wake you up like that every day.”

“Please do.”

He pulls back, leaning over to reach into a drawer in the nightstand. “I got you a present.”

“What you just did was enough of a present.”

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