She links her legs around my waist and I fuck and fuck and fuck and as she arches her back, my climax roars into the station like a freight train.

“Kate,” I call out. “Kate.”

Her hands cup my jaw and I open my eyes to find her gazing at me. I don’t need to hear her say it to know she loves me.

I press a kiss to her lips and slump on top of her.

My breathing returns to normal and I shift off her. She rolls and presses a kiss to my stomach.

“Shower next,” she says.

I don’t know if I can move, but I’m powerless to resist this woman. She takes me by the hand and leads me into the bathroom. “Sit here,” she says pointing at the marble bench at one end of the mammoth shower.

Exhausted, I do as she asks. I tip my head up as Kate turns on the water and a warm rain shower descends from across the ceiling.

“Wow. It’s like it’s raining,” she says.

Her body practically gleams under the water. She bends and presses a kiss to my lips. I reach for her hips but she pulls away, instead kneeling at my feet.

I can practically feel the blood rushing to my dick, as if every molecule is racing to be there first.

“Kate,” I say, shaking my head.

“I want to. You like giving me pleasure. I like giving you pleasure.” She circles my cock in her hand and I groan.

But I don’t stop her. She licks, kisses, scrapes and sucks and I can’t take my eyes off of her. Her tongue, her hands, the way her breasts move. The water running over her body.

“Fuck,” I call out as she takes me deep in her throat and groans.

I’m going to come. Again. I can’t stop. She’s just too…

I shift, wanting her to move so I can climax. She grips my thighs, refusing to budge.

“Kate,” I spit out.

She reaches for my hand and places it on her head and that’s it—I’m fucking gone. My balls tighten and I empty myself deep into her throat.

When I regain consciousness, I reach and scoop her up into my arms, pulling her close to my chest. Our bodies fit together perfectly, like two pieces of a jigsaw. Wherever she is, she’s my home. And I know I’m hers.

My fiancée.

My wife.

My partner.

Whatever her title, she’s the woman I’ll spend the rest of my life loving.

EPILOGUE

36 Days Later

Vincent

Despite not needing another ceremony after our exchange of vows in the park, I wanted one. Kate has indulged me and gone along with it. I want all the people I love together in one place so I can celebrate getting to spend the rest of my life with Kate and having a future I’d never thought was possible for me.

And I don’t want to wait.

Twenty-nine days after our reunion in Hyde Park, we stand in the Marylebone registry office and take legal vows.