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As we drive home, I can’t stop thinking about how much things have changed. How happy I am.

Abby and the kids are the center of my universe. They’re the reason for everything. They’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

And nothing will ever change that.

Epilogue

Abby

Five Years Later

Maks pops a bottle of champagne and fills two glasses, passing one to me as we step out onto the balcony of our hotel suite. In the distance, the Eiffel Tower is lit up and twinkling, and there’s nothing more beautiful than this place, in this moment, with this man. My love. My husband.

“Happy fifth anniversary, beautiful,” he says, kissing me as we clink our glasses together. “Here’s to five more decades.”

“Decades?” I laugh. “Is that what we’re going for?”

“At the very least.” He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me close. “You’re the love of my life, Abby, and I want to spend every day making you happy. Every hour. Every minute. Every second. I’m going to be right here, by your side, for as long as you’ll have me.”

“How about forever?”

“Forever,” he agrees.

We drink the champagne and watch the city lights for a few minutes, then I turn to him.

“I’m glad we brought the kids, too,” I say, running a finger down his collar and loving the low, rumbling growl that comes from deep in his chest. “But I’m even happier that we brought Nadia to help us look after them.”

“Especially tonight,” he says, leaning in to claim my mouth again. “The kids might be too young to remember this trip to Paris, but I’ll never forget how much I’ve enjoyed this time with you, my love.”

My heart melts a little bit, and I can’t resist the urge to run my fingers through his hair, pulling him in for a longer, deeper kiss.

“I love you, Maks,” I whisper. “More than anything.”

“I love you, Abby,” he murmurs.

Our kiss is soft and sweet at first, but soon it grows more heated. My need for him, as always, is overwhelming.

He slides his free hand down to my ass and gives me a squeeze. “Let’s go inside, beautiful. Unless you want to put on a show for all of Paris.”

I laugh, feeling a little buzzed from the champagne. “Not tonight, but maybe tomorrow night.”

“Deal.”

He scoops me up into his arms and carries me into the bedroom, and the next thing I know, I’m sprawled out across the mattress, naked, while he’s trailing kisses down my stomach.

I moan as his tongue finds my clit. “You’re so good at that.”

“Better believe it, baby,” he growls. “I’m going to make you come, and I’m going to do it over and over until you’re begging me to stop.”

“Never,” I gasp as he licks me, sucking my clit and pushing a finger inside me.

“Fuck, Abby, you’re so wet,” he growls. “So tight and wet. So perfect.”

“More, Maks,” I plead. “Give me more.”

He obliges, adding a second finger and making me buck against him, riding his hand as he brings me to the brink of orgasm.

“Come for me, beautiful,” he says, his voice low and rough with lust. “Come for me.”

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