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“This is where I belong, Becca. This is where I’ve always belonged.”
He takes the head of his dick and swirls it in a circle at the entrance to my pussy, coating himself in my wetness. It takes my breath, and I can only stare into his eyes.
“You’re my missing piece, baby. The one I never knew I needed until you came into my life. I think I’ve searched for you forever and didn’t even know it until I found you.”
“This feels right. This feels meant to be,” I whisper.
He lowers his head and gives me a sweet kiss, then stares into my eyes as he enters me and begins slowly thrusting in and out. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced, but the love in his eyes and the importance of this moment wrap around me, and my eyes fill.
He threads his fingers through my hair. “Don’t cry, Becca. I’m never gonna leave you again. Never gonna give you a reason to doubt me. Never gonna stop loving you until they put me in the ground, and not even then.”
“I love you, JJ.”
With that, he makes love to me, and it’s soft and tender and sweet, and I love every second of it.
When we finish, we fall asleep in each other’s arms, and I’ve never been as content and happy.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Rebecca—
A sudden weight lands on top of me, and I open my eyes to find Buddy with his big front paws on my stomach.
“Ooph,” I gasp. “Get off me, boy.” I try to shove him away, but he whines.
JJ rolls and shoves Buddy down. “Hey boy, she’s all mine.” Then his weight rolls onto me, pinning me to the bed. JJ grins, his face inches from mine. “Good morning, beautiful.”
“Good morning, my love.”
“It’s Christmas Day.”
“It is,” I reply with a grin. “You plan to spend it lying on top of me?”
“I thought you loved me.”
“I do.”
“Then this is where I want to be.”
I shake with silent laughter, and it makes his body shake, too.
“Do that again. It makes your tits jiggle.”
“Get off me.” I try to shove him off.
“Not a chance, darlin’.”
“You’re worse than Buddy.” I tickle JJ’s ribs, and his brows lift.
“You really want to start a tickle war, babe? Because I guarantee I’ll win.”
“I give,” I beg when he starts tickling me. “Stop! Please.”
He dips to press a soft kiss to my lips. “Thought so.”
“I thought you loved me,” I pout.
“Didn’t I show you last night? Several times, as a matter of fact. You wore me out, woman.”
