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“I would love that.” I lay a hand on my belly. “Non-alcoholic for me, of course.”

“I’ll arrange a table at Velvet.” Damian pulls out his phone and steps away.

“I’ll call Megan, to join us,” Jameson says. “She’ll be thrilled,” he tells me, then steps outside to make the call to his fiancée.

“How fitting,” I muse as Harlan takes me in his arms, and everyone else seems to fade away. He pulls me close, wrapping me up in his body, as if sharing this moment has been a real ordeal, and he needs me all to himself now. “Celebrating our engagement, right where we first met.”

“It’s strange to think that that night at Velvet was the first time we met,” he says. “I feel like I already knew you that night.”

I roll my eyes a little, teasing. “You can’t count stalking me as knowing me.”

“You’re right. You’re much more lovely up close than I could ever have imagined.”

“I love you, Harlan Vance,” I tell him, standing on my tiptoes to wrap my arms around his neck, and bring my lips closer to his.

“You have no idea how much I adore you,” he says, his lips brushing mine. “I’m going to give you and our little girl everything I’ve got, and then some. I’ll never stop working to deserve you, Quinn.”

I kiss him softly, and promise him right back, “I’m going to spoil you rotten with my love. You’ll be incorrigible. An absolute monster.”

“Yes,” he agrees. “I’ll be your monster. Forever.”

Epilogue

Harlan

New Year’s Eve…

“That’s it, kitten,” I groan. “I can feel you about to come on me.”

I’m deep inside my fiancée as warm water rains down on us. I have her backed up against a wall in her shower. We’re supposed to be getting ready for the party tonight, but we’re definitely taking our time.

As soon as Quinn came in here and got the water running, I followed her in—and it started steaming up, as I put my hands and mouth all over her.

Her soft cries now fill the shower. She has one foot propped up on the bench seat, her thighs spread open for me. Her hands grip my ass as I fuck her, deep and slow, and my thumb massages her swollen clit.

I can feel her bearing down on me as her breaths come shorter and harder, and my cock swells. “Harlan,” she gasps, clinging to me.

I suck on her earlobe and murmur, “I’m going to come in you so hard.”

She moans in anticipation and sucks on my neck, making my cock impossibly harder inside her. I feel halfway delirious as I fuck her, a little faster now.

“When you come for me,” I growl, “I’m going to plant my seed inside you.”

“It’s… already been planted,” she pants. But I hear the smile in her voice.

“Mmm.” Our eyes connect for a thrilling heartbeat before I kiss her deeply. Her fingers dig into my ass as I work her clit—and her hips buck wildly against me.

I feel her go off, her pussy convulsing, squeezing the length of my cock.

I keep fucking her, keep kissing her through her orgasm, as she shudders against me, little cries caught in her throat.

And when her movements slow, her climax mellowing and fading, I bury my face in her neck and come, hard. I groan against her throat as she clutches my ass and holds me tight, and as always, I feelpulled.

Into her. Intous.

Closer and deeper andforever.

When I finally come up for air, we’re both panting softly. We kiss and kiss as the warm water rains down. And eventually, reluctantly, we slide apart.