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I bring my hand to my breasts and tweak my nipples as the fluttering in my stomach grows. “I’m so close.”

“I know,” he says as he adds a third digit. One more swipe of his thumb, and I come with a yell. He holds me against him as I come down from my orgasm.

“Thank you.”

“Anything for you, love. Anything for you.”

“If that’s the case, I need you inside of me.” I wiggle my ass against his hard dick.

He growls, stilling me. “Get on the bed, on your hands and knees.”

I do as he says, climbing onto the bed, and shake my ass again for good measure. He smacks it gently before soothing it, and I moan.

“Be a good husband and fuck your wife, now,” I demand as he steps closer.

“I like when you’re bossy,” he says, before he lines up and starts to slide inside of me. Finally.

“So good,” I tell him as he glides deeper. I fist the blankets, loving the way he stretches me out and fills me up. I swear every time we have sex it gets better and better. I never thought it could be like this. Maybe because it’s with the man I love. Doesn’t hurt that he’s pierced. Definitely doesn’t hurt.

“You take me so well, wife.” I will never get tired of hearing him call me wife. Never in a million years.

When he’s fully seated inside of me, he pauses, letting me adjust to his size. “Move,” I demand, shifting on my knees, trying to get him where I need him. Loving the feel of his piercing.

He grips my hips, pistoning in and out of me. “You’re squeezing me so hard. I don’t know if I’m going to last.”

“Fuck.” I slip a hand between my legs and circle my clit as he makes love to me.

“Are you touching yourself?”

I hum in response, unable to form words.

He reaches around me and plays with first one breast and then the other before his hand falls to my stomach. He loves to touch my belly, and I love his hands all over me.

“I’m so close,” he grinds out.

“Same.”

“Come for me.” He pistons into me a few more times, and then I’m calling out his name as my orgasm crashes into me.

His movements get jerky, then he’s coming on a roar. He stays bent over me for a few beats as we both catch our breath.

“Bloody hell. Every time it gets better and better,” he mumbles as he pulls out of me, and I whine at the emptiness.

“Let me clean you up. Don’t move.”

As if I could move anyway. I’m exactly where I want to be. Exactly where I’m meant to be. With the person I was always meant to be with. Maybe fairy tales really do exist, because this sure feels like one.

Chapter forty-five

Sebastian

Two Weeks Later

I’m lounging in my hotel room in Boston before the second game of the second round of the playoffs when my phone dings.

Hunt: Have you seen the news?

News? What news?