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“What did I do to deserve you?” I grunted in her ear as I flattened her against the desk of my Philly office in the club where it all started.
“You’ve ravished me in a dark hallway…” she moaned, her legs opening.
I gripped her throat and slammed into her. She felt like heaven, my salvation. I thought this intense need for her would ease as time went on, but it only intensified.
I pounded into her as her raspy, deep-throated moans filled the air, urging me on. Her fingers gripped the edge of the desk as I fucked her hard and fast, starving for her.
Holding her by the hip, I pushed her long red strands off her neck and leaned over to whisper in her ear. “Best decision of my life.”
Her eyes fluttered shut as she came apart around my cock. Unable to hold on, I thrust once, twice, until a powerful orgasm ripped through me and my cum spilled inside her.
“Christian?” As our breathing slowed, she cupped my cheek. “I love you.”
My face softened, her lips brushing against mine.
“I love you too. Until death do us part.”
“Forever.”
This was my life.Ourlife. And I couldn’t fucking wait to live it with her.
Epilogue
IVY
Five Years Later
DiLustro-Brennan Estate, Ireland
“Hello, everyone!” Aisling’s and Frank’s voices reached us before we spotted them. My brothers were right behind them, strolling in like the trouble they were. “Where is the birthday boy?”
They stepped out onto the patio behind our Irish castle where we spent most of the year. Our son, Maddox Jagger DiLustro, wiggled off my lap and ran over to his uncles and grandparents. Cobra, who became my son’s constant shadow, followed behind, her tongue dangling and her tail wagging happily.
My brother lifted his little three-year-old body up and flipped him upside down. He giggled and laughed, thrilled to be dangling by his ankles while Cobra barked at my brother, waiting for a command. If I thought she was protective of me, she was downright vicious in her guarding of Maddox.
“Easy, Cobra,” I yelled to calm her down. “They’re just playing.”
She instantly sat down, her eyes attentive on Maddox and I took the opportunity to snap a photo. I finally got to use my Yale degree in photography when snapping photos of our family.
“Grandma, Grandma,” Maddox squealed. “Save me.”
“Bren, put my grandson down or I’ll have to put you in timeout,” Aisling demanded in a stern voice, but the sparkle in her eyes and the curve to her lips gave her away. She was such a softy these days.
“Do it, Grandma,” Maddox encouraged, giggling the whole time as Bren flipped him over again and landed him on his feet. “Put Uncle Bren in timeout or Cobra will bite him.”
I hid my smile. He was a troublemaker, our son, and the spitting image of his papà.
As Aisling and Bren negotiated his timeout, Maddox ran to his daddy and jumped on him. Christian caught him, his chubby arms wrapped around his neck, and my heart turned over as he squealed.
“You always catch me, Daddy.” He wasn’t wrong. Christian was a wonderful father and had an abundance of patience for our energetic son who was full of mischief, just like a boy should be. “When can I open my presents?”
“Not yet, buddy, but very soon.”
Holding hands, my two favorites made their way to me. Their blond hair glimmered under the afternoon sun, and every time I saw them together, it made me the happiest version of myself.
I loved them so much, and some days I had to pinch myself to believe this was my life.Ourlife.
We spent more time at our Ireland property than in Philadelphia, and I loved every minute of it. It felt like living in a fairy tale.
