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My God, she's so beautiful when she flushes, lips parting as she pants, every rough grind of my hips making her breasts shake in her sexy black bra.

Her incredible blue-gray eyes are locked straight on me as she smiles. "Harder," she whispers. "Fuck your fiancée so hard that those men will notice that I'm walking funny."

I can't help chuckling for a second, then a growl bursts from my throat. "Mine," I groan, listening to the rhythm of our breath speeding up. My cock is being mercilessly squeezed by her tight, pulsing pussy as I hold her carefully on the counter with one arm, my other hand dropping to grind my thumb against her clit.

Her legs lock around me as she whimpers, "Yeah…just like that…"

I should be quiet. I can't. "I'm going to come so fucking hard," I rasp against her ear, no longer caring if anyone in the hallway hears us. "I'm going to flood your soft pussy with so much come you'll be dripping all night. It's going to splash off your shoes and right onto that red carpet as we leave. Then I'll fuck you again at the afterparty, until you're dripping all over the marble floor. Do you want that, gorgeous? You want me to keep filling you up all night?"

"Yes, yes," she gasps, as I can't stop ramming into her so hard that my thrusts are shaking the counter.

"Mine," I groan. "My love. My baby. My life."

Julia's climax squeezes my cock tight as she clenches around me, her legs tense, her entire body spasming from the force shaking her.

"That's it," I groan, barely able to move inside her, yet feeling enough friction that I’ll still get off.

I can't contain my wordless roar of ecstasy as her pussy loosens enough for me to take one, two…five fast, hard thrusts before exploding inside her. Every hot burst of my come makes her tremble again, still wrapped around me, moaning.

"Sam," she whispers, shaking against me. "Yes…"

"So fucking sexy," I murmur, rocking her against me.

I freeze for a moment, then look around the room. There's a box of tissues at the makeup station, so I hand her a bunch to mop up before jumping to her feet.

“Thank goodness you did this in a green room. The lighting is great. I can fix my makeup before we go back out there,” Julia laughs.

My fingertips trail along her skin to that sensitive nook just under her ear. “I know you’re still not a huge fan of crowds, angel. We can skip the afterparty if you want.”

“Are you nuts?” She flutters her left hand, making the diamond shine in the candlelight. “I’m going to wave this around for every photographer in the room and claim my man.”

“I love when you’re possessive,” I chuckle.

“I love when you’re all considerate and respectful.”

“I love when you’re all mine.”

“Mmm,” she purrs. “Yeah. All yours.”

“Mine,” I sigh, rocking her against my chest. “Forever. I’ve captured an angel just for me. That golden ring on your finger is both your halo and your shackle.”

We laugh together, then Julia giggles as I jam a hand into my pocket to grab my latest peach notebook.

EPILOGUE ONE

JULIA

* Six Years Later *

“Is it fall right now?”

I hold Tyler’s hand as we stand on the edge of the patio. “Yes, sweetie.” I point to the tree line on the far edge of the lake. "You see how those leaves are just starting to turn a little bit yellow? That means it's the very beginning of fall. In a couple of weeks, those trees will all be yellow and orange and red."

Our three-year-old nods seriously. “Okay.”

"When is it au-tumn?" Kaitlyn asks. She’s almost five and has been fascinated lately with learning as many new words as possible.

"Autumn and fall are the same thing.” Sam comes up behind us. “Some people might say right now is still late summer, and that fall…or autumn…is about a week away."