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“Fuck, beautiful, yes!”

Before I could grasp the intensity, Ollie swelled inside me and I ground down on his cock, wanting the rush of his come as he emptied inside me, marking me as his.

“Yes!”

His face burrowed against my neck and when his control slipped and his teeth pressed against a sensitive spot between my shoulder and neck, a burble of come escaped my spent cock and I panted in pleasure.

Who knew I got off with a little pain?

But as my breathing settled and my mind came back online, I realized it wasn’t the pain I enjoyed, but the thought of Ollie marking me as his. After several minutes, he still held me close, even when both of us flinched as his softening cock slipped out of me.

“Do you want a big wedding?” I asked.

Of course, the man chuckled and rubbed my back. “Why don’t we shower and you let me get my thoughts in order before we ask the big questions?”

In the next few minutes, I hobbled to the shower and, with help, appear to do a half decent job of cleaning myself. Soon, we’re tucked under the covers when I turned on my side, holding my head up as I traced my fingers across Ollie’s chest, avoiding his nipples. That would come later.

“I’m fine with anything you want. I understand you might need to invite some important people to?—”

“No,” I interrupted, “as long as family and friends are there, I will be fine with something small. As long as I’m married to you. It might be nice to have it in the backyard since it’s easier to have everyone here. Oh, that reminds me.”

Rolling toward my side, I opened the drawer to the nightstand and pulled out a black ring box and shut the drawer. When Ollie noticed the item in my hand, he sucked in a breath and met my eyes.

“What?”

“I know this isn’t the ideal situation, being naked and in bed after a wonderful night of celebration, but I can’t wait anymore. You said earlier you wanted to marry me, too. So, right now, I’m going to ask you before putting my ring on your finger. Will you marry me, Ollie?”

The gorgeous face of my boyfriend softened as he cupped my cheek with his hand and leaned in to brush a kiss against my lips. “Yes, I would love to marry you.”

As I leaned forward and captured his lips in a soft kiss, I thought back on my life before Ollie. It wasn’t cold and empty, but with this man in my life, the world seemed brighter and happier. Not only was I closer than ever with my family, my career moved from the rut I was in after being typecast for years as an action star. Yes, it brought me success and even though I wanted to move on and develop into more, I never took it for granted. But I yearned for more.

Along with Ollie’s faith in me, the one man who helped me feel brave enough to ask for something I wanted, I have a new direction in my life. Not discounting the support system of my friends and partners in the production company, I couldn’t be happier with the direction my life was going in. Ollie, as my husband, would make all my dreams come true.

16

OLLIE

Three Years Later

It was annoying, but my right leg refused to stop jumping up and down as my eyes darted back and forth in the deserted halls of the hospital waiting room.

Connor had gone downstairs to grab a coffee, and I teetered on the edge between calling him back or leaving him to his mission. We’d been there since close to midnight and now, at close to three in the morning, he’d been flagging.

In order to calm my mind, I closed my eyes and took deep breaths, getting nerves under control. But on such a momentous day for both of us, I couldn’t help but remember back to the day Connor and I married.

A few days after Connor’s directorial debut, he woke up and rushed me to get dressed in clothing he’d already laid out. Once I inhaled a cup of coffee, he put me in the car. Still a little too tired to ask what our destination would be, I leaned my head against the window and fell into a little nap.

I woke as he parked the car and blinked up to see the same courthouse where the paternity hearing took place. Confused, I got out and followed a beaming Connor through the parking lot and through the hallways, this time without cameras following our every move.

Upon entering a second-floor room next to another courtroom, surprise turned to happiness as I spotted our family and friends assembled. But my heart leapt in my throat when among them stood a smiling judge in a black robe.

“Ready?” He asked.

Connor turned to me and took both of my hands in his. “Ollie,cariño mío, will you marry me today?”

My heart leapt in my throat, and my entire body buzzed with a fuzzy, disconnected sensation. But knowing my answer, I leaned close to him and said, “Yes, beautiful. I would love to marry you.”

In less than ten minutes, we exchanged vows, and the judge signed off on the marriage certificate. He explained how we would receive our marriage license in the mail, which had been hanging in the hallway near our bedroom since it arrived.