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“Your turn,” I rasp. “Ride me.”

She does. Slowly at first. Then harder. Her hands on my chest, her body a perfect rhythm over mine. Her breasts bounce with every movement, a hypnotic rhythm that makes me lose my damn mind. I watch her fall apart again with her head thrown back, skin flushed, and mouth saying my name.

I grip her hips and let go with her, every nerve on fire, every muscle tight until the only thing that exists is us.

Breathless. Tangled. Completely wrecked.

And as she collapses on top of me, her heart racing against mine, I realize one thing:

This girl…she’sit.

"You feel that?" I murmur, still breathless, my lips brushing her ear. "That was more than just sex. That was mine claiming yours."

Mandy smiles, lazy and satisfied. "Yeah. No going back now."

"Good," I say, pulling her closer with a smirk. "You think you’re getting away from me, Little Fields? Not a fucking chance."

Chapter twenty-eight

Epilogue- Mandy

Two Months Later…

We’re halfway through dessert when my phone buzzes on the table at the restaurant.

I grab my phone and gasp. “Oh my God. The results of the bar are in my inbox.”

Neither of us move.

"Do you want to look now?"

“I want to wait. Let’s look on the computer when we get home,” I say, my voice shaky with nerves.

He throws down his napkin. “Shit. I better step up my game if I’m dating a full-fledged attorney.”

"That’s right," I tease, grinning. "Or I’ll sue you for emotional distress and stolen kisses."

"I plea guilty. What's the punishment?"

"Hmmm. You'll be sentenced to three months of backrubs and cooking dinner for me in your boxers."

"Harsh. I may need to appeal."

We grab the check and hurry back, my hands starting to sweat as I fumble with the apartment keys. Kira’s out for the night, thank God, or she’d be narrating this like it’s the bar exam Super Bowl.

I sit at the kitchen counter, Nate behind me with both hands on my shoulders. I click the link, enter my credentials, and hold my breath.

And then I see it.

Congratulations! We are pleased to inform you that you have passed the Michigan Bar Examination.

I let out a scream. Nate spins me around in the stool and kisses me like we just won the Stanley Cup...again!

I text Kira and later she bursts through the door with sparklers and a Google Doc titled “MANDY’S BAR BASH" scheduled for next weekend.

Nate steps out to go to his place for a few minutes and then returns.

“I was saving this,” he says, holding out an envelope.