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I throw my head back and laugh. “Don’t worry, babe. I promise that will always be our little secret.”

Epilogue

Smooth skin, warm beneath my fingertips.

I inhale the familiar scent—nicotine, spiced cologne, sweat—and breathe out slowly. I know this man, inside and out. There was a time, not too long ago, when I thought I might never touch him again, but any remaining doubt faded when he took to one knee and asked me to be his wife.

I’m marrying Lucas Hammer.

The words, even in my mind, still send a delicious thrill up my spine. If he hadn’t taken out a full-page ad in the Chronicle, I might not have believed it myself. These days, it’s getting a lot easier to believe in the good things.

My gaze drops to my belly, not yet showing the baby growing inside. Lucas doesn’t know he’ll be a father—I’m waiting for just the right moment to tell him. I study his sleep-relaxed face.

Lucas shivers when I draw a fingertip across his torso, dipping down to the sharp V where his hard stomach and pelvis meet. He always shakes when I touch him, as though he can’t quite believe I’m still around. My eyes glisten with happiness. As if there is anywhere else I’d rather be.

“Lucas?”

His eyes open a slant, then lazily close. He flicks his tongue across his bottom lip and murmurs something incomprehensible before drifting back to sleep.

“Babe?” I murmur again, waiting for him to stir. He rolls on to his side, facing me, pulls the blankets up to his neck and yawns. He isn’t awake yet—that will take a few minutes. I know this about him too. Gently, I snake my hand under the sheets and give him a shake.

His lips twitch. He moans.

But he’s still not quite awake.

Time for me to have a little fun.

Taking advantage, I lean in to kiss him. His hand immediately goes to the back of my neck, so that his fingers can tangle and tug at my hair. “Now you’re up,” I say, my lips hovering over his.

He resumes the kiss, sucking my tongue gently into his mouth, while he takes my hand and guides it to his cock. It’s already hard. I close my palm around it and he groans. “Definitely up,” he says.

I press my forehead against his and smile as my hand slides up and down his cock with the slow rhythm I know he likes best. I know every inch of him, how he feels, how he tastes. I lick my lips, eager to have him in my mouth. Shifting position, I begin a trail of light kisses at his throat, dragging my tongue down to the cleft of his collarbone. At his nipple, I linger, circling each tiny pebble with my mouth, before moving down his torso. I hover again at his pelvis, my lips mere millimeters from his cock, and blow out a warm breath.

His mouth opens in a sigh.

Lucas lifts his hips, and the head of his cock swipes across my bottom lip.

His sharp intake of breath comes out as a low groan. “Fuck me…”

I flick the tip of his penis with my tongue. It jerks in response, as though trying to bend toward my mouth. I reach down and grab his scrotum, cupping his balls in my palm with one hand, while the other grips the base of his cock.

Another moan vibrates from his throat.

My mouth lowers over the head of his cock, warm against my cool lips. I open wider, allowing space for his sheath to slide in and out. I take him deep, all the way, allowing my throat muscles to go lax.

“Jesus Christ, darlin’,” he says, moaning.

The hum of his approval makes my chest fill with pride. Here, in this moment, nothing else matters but his complete satisfaction.

Lucas lifts his hips, thrusting his cock deeper into my mouth. He withdraws slowly, then thrusts again. I get so lost in the rhythm that when he pulls out completely, I’m gulping at air.

“I want you,” he says.

You have me.

All of me.

I crawl up alongside him, pushing my naked body against his. It’s so familiar now, like we’re the final linking pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Together, we complete the picture. I look up at him for a second—my breath hitching—before moving my body up to straddle him. My fingers dig into his chest, almost hard enough to break skin. He doesn’t flinch. He grabs my hips and I let my head fall back so that my hair brushes against my shoulders and back.