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“I don’t just want sex. Or to be your boyfriend. I want to marry you, raise a family with you. I want it all. Until we’re old and gray and have a bunch of rowdy grandkids running around the place.”

“Well.” Her fingers toy with the hair at my temples. “You’ve got the gray happening already. We should probably get working on the kids who will give us those grandkids.”

I laugh. I can’t help it. I’ve had my foot on the brakes for weeks with this woman and she’s talking about having a baby. Now. “I think we’ve got time.”

“Do we? If this thing with my ex and what happened to Felix and Riley have taught me anything, it’s that we aren’t guaranteed time. We should make the most of what we have. And I’m ready. Ready for the life I see in your eyes every time you look at me. Ready for the love you show me but don’t talk about. I’m ready for you, Granger.”

Putting my hands on her waist, I lift her and spin around, put her ass on the desk behind me. “You want to have my baby? Now?”

“Not right now, but I don’t see why we should wait to start on the life we want to live. Together.”

My fingers curl into her sweatshirt. Tug up. “Then let’s start.” Before she can protest, I strip her of her top and go for the waistband of her pants.

“Granger!” Laughing, she lifts her hips. “You better be getting out of those clothes too.”

“Planning on it.” I pull her pants over her hips. “But first—fuck. Look at you.”

“You like?”

“Yes. But I think I’ll like what’s underneath more.” I waste no time stripping her of the rest of her clothes, sexy underwear too. Although I make a mental note to ask her to wear them for me another time.

When I’ve got her naked on the desk in front of me, I drop to my knees and spread hers.

“Is this for me?” I run a fingertip through her slick folds. “Are you wet for me, wife?”

“I’m not your wife.”

“You will be,” I say as I move closer and breathe deep. “Fuck. You’re going to taste so good.”

“Granger.” Her fingers sink into my hair. Tug. “Please.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll please us both in a second but let me just look at you. Such a pretty pink wet pussy.” I part her with my thumbs. “So much pink.”

“Granger.” My name is a whine, and I don’t tease either of us any longer. Diving forward, I lash my tongue from bottom to top and back again. Her gasp and the way her fingers tighten in my hair have me pressing deeper.

Tongue pointed, I push it inside her, press a thumb to her clit and marvel at the way she rocks against me. So sensitive. So responsive. So mine.

Riding my face, she goes after what I’m more than willing to give. I can’t wait to feel her riding my dick. I’m hard as stone and leaking and if I don’t get her off in the next minute, at risk of coming in my pants again.

Fuck, this woman destroys every ounce of control I have. And I don’t give a shit. She owns me. Now. Before. Forever.

Moving my tongue to her clit, I drive two fingers into her clenching heat and watch her soar. Her cry is muffled by her thighs clamping around my head but I feel it in every part of me that touches her.

As the last of her spasms subside, I surge to my feet and strip out of my clothes. Buttons fly, clothes tear, and I don’t care. I need to be naked. Skin to skin. Dick buried in her pulsing pussy.

Gripping her legs, I step between them, and say, “Guide me home, Brooke.”

Her dazed eyes meet mine and with a sex-drunk smile, she reaches down and wraps cool fingers around my throbbing length. “Welcome home, Granger.”

Slick heat kisses the tip of my dick and I’m done. A single thrust and I’m balls deep, pleasure searing my skin and filling my veins, frying my brain.

This is what I’ve waited for. Her.

Brooke Parker, soon to be Wallis, is the reason I was put on this earth, and I plan to make the most of every moment we have together. Starting now.

Pulling back, I shunt forward, back, forward. Powering in and out of her tight heat until that heat explodes and fuses us together.

Forever.