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“Then you’ll come with me. We’ll live out of hotels and never spend a day apart.” I grin at the thought. “I don’t want to go anywhere without you; I want you on my arm at every event, I want you running into my arms after every game, I want to spend every single night with you wrapped around me.”

“What if I don’t want to? What if I want to stay in one place?”

“Then I won’t join the NFL,” I say without any hesitation.

“Carson,” she says, clicking her tongue.

I laugh, kissing her cheek. “You know I don’t even want to have a career in football, really, so if you say you won’t go, then I won’t go either.”

“We can do it for a few years,” she says, smiling against me. “See the country and travel before we settle down somewhere.”

“What about your dreams?” I question, rubbing my hands along her legs.

She huffs a laugh, bringing her voice back to a whisper. “You are my dream now. All I need is you.”

I kiss her then, sliding my hands into her hair so I can control her head and deepen the kiss. She wraps her leg around me, her hand grabbing my jaw as her tongue strokes along mine. She moans in her throat, kissing me so passionately that my chest expands and my heart pounds with purpose. When I pull back, she’s panting.

“I love you so fucking much,” I say against her lips. “Always and forever.”

“It’s you and me, baby,” she answers, pulling my face back to hers to kiss me again.

THE END

epilogue from the star

LOGAN

Four years later

Turning the key in my front door, I balance Chinese takeout in one hand and my books from the day in the other. Once I’ve pushed the door open, I walk into the dark apartment, using my sense of familiarity to guide me into the kitchen, hoping I don’t drop anything. When I’ve placed the food on the counter, I turn to flip the lights on so I can get it ready for when Carson gets home from practice, only to find him sitting in the dark living room on the couch.

I scream at the top of my lungs in surprise, tossing my books in the air and making him burst into laughter. “What thefuckare you doing sitting in the dark?”

When he finally controls his fit of laughter, he stands up and walks toward the bar that separates the kitchen from the living room. “I was trying to surprise you.”

I press a hand to my chest. “You could have fucking killed me, Carson!”

He laughs again, rounding the bar to wrap me in his arms. “Don’t be so dramatic, baby.”

I take a breath, pushing him off of me. “What are you doing here? Don’t you have practice for another ten minutes?”

He grabs me again, refusing to let me get away, and stuffs his face into my neck to kiss my skin. “I left early. Wanted to spend time between my favorite set of legs.”

I sigh in pleasure as his wet mouth suctions on my skin. “I brought dinner.”

He wraps his hands around my ass, lifting me and placing me on the counter. “We can heat it up after.” His mouth finds mine, his puffy lips assaulting mine as he kisses me hard and quick. I thread my hands into his hair as my heart races, spreading my legs so he can fit between them.

Even though we’ve fucked on every surface of this apartment since we moved in last year, when he takes me in the kitchen, it always hits like the first time. Like he can’t wait the fifteen seconds it would take to get to our bed to be inside of me. It sends a jolt of lust down my spine and makes wetness pool between my legs.

“Carson,” I moan, pulling my mouth from his to rip his shirt over his head. He’s more shredded than ever since he spends every day in the gym and every weekend on the field playing for UCLA. My man is a statue of muscles and sex, and it still makes me itch with need whenever I see him naked.

Once his shirt is tossed to the floor, he pulls me forward and yanks my leggings and panties down my legs in one swift motion, making me moan when my hot skin meets the cold marble countertop. His large hands lift my shirt over my head, then reach behind me to unfasten my bra. I lean back on my hands when it’s fallen to the floor as well, staring at him with heat in my eyes as he unbuckles his belt.

Once he’s shuffled his pants down to his ankles, he reaches out and presses a finger to my center. “Look how fucking beautiful you are.” He bites one of my nipples and pops off. “Spread out on my fucking counter like a four-course meal.”

He drops to his knees, pressing his face to my pussy and lapping up my wetness before he swirls around my clit. He moans in the back of his throat, his words rumbling into me. “Never had a four-course meal taste so fucking good, though.”

My head drops back, and I let my back fall down so I’m flat on the surface while he eats between my legs. He plunges his tongue inside me, flicking the muscle hard as he thrusts it in and out.

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