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“They’re okay. Her dad was being stubborn, trying to do everything for himself. But a broken arm really does slow you down. And her mom finally accepted our offer to pay for a food delivery service for her while her broken collarbone heals. Slowly but surely, they’re improving.”

“Give them my best. Do they need me to cut their grass or anything?”

“Oh, would you? That’d be great.”

“Sure. No problem.” I can’t believe I didn’t think to offer sooner. I’ve been so wrapped up in Sarah, I haven’t been paying attention to anything outside of our bubble.

Emma comes to hug me goodbye after my family leave. “How is she?” she asks as her eyes find her sister, talking to Molly and Max.

I glance at my future. “She’s okay. She picked herself up and dusted herself off.” I tuck my hands into my pockets. “We’ll keep trying until she gets pregnant. And if that doesn’t work, we’ll find another way. There are plenty of ways to make Sarah a mom.”

Emma reaches forward, squeezing my forearm. “Thank you for supporting her through this. It’s been something she’s wanted for such a long time and I’m glad she met you, AJ. You’re one of the good ones.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Em. It’s my privilege to be with Sarah.” I look across to find her watching me. I raise an eyebrow and give her a smirk. “I don’t plan on going anywhere. She’s it for me.”

The happiness in Emma’s eyes tells me she liked my answer. She leans in to hug me goodbye, and we all make our way to the parking lot to head home.

CHAPTER33

–aj–

The minutewe walk through the door of Sarah’s apartment, I grab her hand and spin her around, then take her lips in a fierce kiss. When we eventually pull apart, Sarah looks dazed, and I decide it’s my favorite look on her, apart from how she looks when she falls apart beneath me. That would be my most favorite.

“What was that for?”

“Thank you for organizing today.” I kiss her again, keeping it light.

“You’re welcome. Colton had such a great time with the kids and they loved having him to play with.” Her eyes light up with happiness that the afternoon was such a success.

I press her back against the door, kissing her deeply, my tongue sliding against hers, making my breathing erratic. I slide my hands up the side of her thighs, drawing the skirt of her dress up as I go, then dip my fingers into each side of her panties to slide them down her legs. Releasing them, gravity takes over and they drop to the floor. Sarah sucks on my tongue in response, and I swipe my fingers through her folds, groaning at the wetness there. “You’re always so ready for me, Cupcake.”

“Mmhm,” she responds, chasing my lips to resume our kiss. Her hands slide up my arms to tangle around my neck.

Dropping her skirt, I take her hands and raise them above her head, pressing them into the door. “Keep them there, okay?” I raise my brow while I wait for her to answer me.

“Okay,” comes her breathy acquiescence. So fucking sexy.

Dropping my eyes from her face, they get caught on her breasts which are heaving with her panting breaths. She’s so damned turned on. This woman was made for me. “That’s a good girl.”

Her eyes flare and her mouth drops open in an O. She likes that.

Good to know.

Kissing my way down the side of her neck to her collarbone, I nip her pulse point, then move to kiss her tits over the top of her dress. Lowering to the floor, I gather the skirt of her dress in one hand and duck closer to swipe my tongue through her pussy lips and up to her clit, where I roll the sensitive bud with my tongue. Sarah moans, dropping her head to watch me. “AJ,” she whispers. “Do it again. Please.”

I don’t need to be asked twice, so I press in, teasing and biting her clit in between licks and sucks. I push my fingers into her opening and massage her front wall; the area I know sends Sarah flying. Her legs shake as she takes panting breaths in between her cries of pleasure. Her hands drop to my head, grasping the short strands and I immediately stop what I’m doing.

Her head snaps down, her eyes narrowed at me. “Why’d you stop?”

“Put your hands back where I told you to keep them.”

“Oh my God, so damn bossy,” she huffs out.

I wink at her. “You’d better believe it, Cupcake.” I tip my chin up. “Go on.”

She pretends to be put out but returns her hands into position, and I get back to work. It doesn’t take long before she breaks apart beautifully beneath my touch, chanting my name repeatedly. I think my favorite thing to do is to make her come. Watching her fall apart is equally as beautiful as watching any sunrise.

“You’re so damn good at that.”

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