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I’m kissing her neck. Her breaths quicken. She rises up, comes down. Up and down. Riding me. I grab her hips. My fingers dig into her flesh, her ass cheeks.

She loves that.

She starts to ride faster, breathe heavier. She’s moaning, she’s whimpering. Her legs are tightening around my waist. I thrust harder, faster. Her pussy is like a vise, clenched onto my cock, milking it for my seed.

I feel hot, sweaty. Lightheaded. The tension at the base of my cock is almost unbearable. The feeling moves upward. My cock is throbbing, ready to burst. I grab her ass harder, squeeze her flesh and tell her, “Give it to me, baby girl.” My mouth goes to her neck. Sucking and biting. One hand leaves her ass. Finds her hair. I give it one… more… tug.

“Carter! Oh, holy mother of mercy. Carter!”

Her pussy is impossibly tight. My breath catches in my throat.

For one long moment—physically, mentally, and emotionally—pleasure is all that there is.

Finally letting go of all the tension, fear. Releasing myself into her.

This is what she does to me.

She collapses against me, her face resting on my shoulder. Her hair still damp.

I kiss her cheek.

I tell her she’s my everything.

This time tomorrow, she will be my wife.

21

Sasha

What was I thinking? That leaving Carter was the right thing? That he wouldn’t come after me?

We were meant to be together.

Forever.

I’m wearing the dress that proves it.

I stand, gazing at my reflection in the mirror. My beautiful mother is behind me, her hand sits on my shoulder. There are happy tears in her eyes.

The white silk is almost creamy to the touch. I brush my hands down, smoothing the wrinkleless gown.

It’s perfect.

And he bought it for me.

It fits me like a glove. I look like a Greek goddess.

I almost want to cry when I think of the tennis dress I’d bought to be married in. Thank goodness he saved me from that.

We will be wed on the beach.

The aquamarine water, clear almost to the sandy bottom, will be our décor.

We will be surrounded by our family. My parents will get to hear us exchange vows. Luckily for their broken English, Bronson gave us the go-ahead, and we’ll be able to unify our wedding and Bachman ceremony as one, as they’ll have no idea what’s going on.

I still can’t wrap my mind around the fact that he’s done all of this for me. Organized the flights. The ceremony. The reception. It was all his big plan—he was going to take me on a trip and surprise me with this wedding.

I just happened to get here a few days early.