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There weren’t many perfect things in this world.Or if there were, I sure as hell hadn’t experienced them.

But kissing Emmet Quinn was pretty close to number one on my list.

“What’s number one if not kissing me, mate?”Emmet asked, curiosity on his face.

God, I loved when he read my mind.

“Being in love with you is tied with you being in love with me for number one, Baby,” I said, loving the smile that spread across his face.

“Oh yeah?So kissing me is number two?”he asked, falling onto the mattress with me still in his arms.

He kissed me harder, swirling his tongue with mine, and sipping from my lips like I was some fine vintage wine.

“If you keep sliding that hand where I think you’re sliding it, I might have to rethink that number two position,” I moaned, arching my back as he found my slick pussy with his fingers.

“I think I know how to solve this dilemma,” he growled.

Next, he slid down my body, sucking my breast into his mouth and releasing it with an audible pop as he traveled lower still.His hands were everywhere, caressing, kneading, branding me with his touch.

Emmet pushed my legs wider apart with his big shoulders, making room for himself.He leaned down, blowing hot air on my needy sex, and I flexed my hips, trying to get him where I needed him.

“So wet for me, Angel.Always so fucking wet.”

“Please,” I begged.

The sound careened into a moan as Emmet closed his mouth over my dripping sex and made out with my pussy.Licking, sucking, fucking me with his clever tongue.I clutched at his hair, determined to ride out wave after wave of pleasure he dealt me.

By the time he positioned his thick cock at my entrance, I was desperate for him, muttering unintelligible gibberish.My entire body was on fire with need, and only my mate could cool me.

Only Emmet could quench my thirst, sate my hunger, fill the void I’d been living with for so long.

“I got you,” he panted, slamming his hips to mine, gripping me tight in his arms.

“Emmet.Love you,” I moaned, feeling my body contract around him.

“That’s it.Fuck, that is it.Feel s’good.My sweet Angel.”

“Emmet, fuck, I’m coming again,” I moaned, arching my back.

“That’s right.Come for me again.Milk me with this sweet pussy.Tell me it’s mine.Your body.Your heart.Mine.”

“Yours!”

“Love you so much,” he growled.

Epilogue One-Emmet

Being the first to march my mate down the aisle we’d set up in the brand new barn right after Thanksgiving was a delight I never would have expected.

As we stood side by side, having just said our vows, I leaned over to kiss my new bride, but the sound of screeching drew me up short.

Jezebel gasped, covering her mouth as she snorted a laugh, and I joined her, watching chaos erupt among our small wedding party.The Crew was all there, of course.As was Max’s grandmother, Mrs.O’Hare, who catered, Sherry Morgan, and her mate, Seff McAllister.

Even better, Jezebel’s father was able to attend with a nurse accompanying him.It was a surprise for my mate, and she’d cried when she saw him.Especially when Max gave her the wedding present he and Penelope had picked out for her.

They’d paid for the man’s retirement home for the next five years, ensuring he would get the best care possible.

Today was a good day for Alex Braydon.The older man recognized his daughter.He smiled and chatted and even walked her down the aisle.