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She rocks, releasing wave after wave, sending me insane.
Before her orgasm is over, I rise from the chair, spinning it around with one hand as I set her to her feet. We part for only a second as I cup the back of her neck and cover her mouth with a searing kiss. Hand in her hair, I bend her over the back of the chair and flip her dress over her ass.
I don’t let her settle before sinking balls-deep into my damn wife. She teeters for a heartbeat before bending lower, bracing with her hands. I knead her ass with my hands, thundering into her. With a harsh slap, I’m rewarded with a delicious jerk along my cock as she cries out.
“Come for me, wife.”
Her legs tremble, and she tightens again. Sending a hand along her spine, I grip her neck, leaning over her. “Was this what you had in mind?”
Her head turns to the side, brown eyes burning. “Better.” Her hand slides over mine on her hip. “Fuck, Cal.”
She rocks, every tight milking wave wringing my cock. Heat blooms low in my spine, my balls tightening as I thrust into her in sloppy, desperate moves.
With a roar, I spill into her in erratic surges, every rope of release sinking deeper than the last. “Fuck, mo ghràdh. Always mine.”
“I’m yours. Until my light goes out.”
The air leaves my lungs, not returning. I haul her up off the chair, wrap my body around hers, and whisper, “Until my light goes out.”
I barely have the last word out before my throat closes over.
Her hands wind backward around my neck. I drop my mouth to hers as she turns her head. The ocean breeze tangles in her hair, sending it over my face. She lets loose a huffy laugh as she brushes it away. The night sky overhead glimmers over the glistening moonlit waters as a shooting star streaks across the night sky.
“Time for a party?” I whisper.
Lord knows what Iris has got in store for us.
“It’s time,” she breathes.
All Evie needs now is dancing shoes and some goddamn panties.
Epilogue
EVIE
Two years later . . .
It’s hard to believe it’s been two whole years since our quiet little affair with an officiant and our family. On the beach, under the watchful eye of the lighthouse, Cal and I made our only promise official. At sunset, of course. Because why not?
Since then, Pearl had her glow-up, and we have embarked on our round-the-world tour.
Cal and Evie style.
Sunny days, lazy mornings, and more boat sex than you could fit into the smuttiest smut book.
And . . . today’s my birthday.
Thirty.
Urgh, I feel old.
Heavens knows how blessed I am. How many thirty-year-olds have the career of their dreams, can literally sail around the world, and have the man their heart called for?
I do. I can.
Heavens, I will never forget how stinking lucky I am.
Without this man, I’d still be hovering somewhere in the dank shadows of a life of fear.
