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I’m so turned on.

His hand falls to my upper thigh as he slowly grinds me against his face, his other hand still gently fingering my ass.

“I’m so in love with you,” I whisper against the noise of him playing with my wet pussy. “You are everything, Jessie Callaghan. Fucking everything.”

His finger speeds up, wanting to wind me up again. I don’t know how much I have left to give, but there’s no way I’m moving from this position.

On the third pump of his finger, he strokes deep inside me, and I come again, but this time in silence since I want to listen to the way he moans around me.

Finally, when he’s convinced I’ve nothing left, he pulls his finger out of my ass, and I instantly feel the loss. I want his cock to take me in there someday; I know it.

As he lifts me up, he swipes his tongue through me and over my sensitive clit. “You did so fucking well, Mia. I love all the ways you let me corrupt you.”

When he slides back up to a sitting position, I straddle him and watch as he sucks me from his fingers again.

With no panties on, I know I’m leaking all over his gray sweats, and somehow, that turns me on more.

“I want to fuck,” I plead, grinding myself against him, already desperate for more.

He throws his head back into the rest and chuckles. “And I want to leave you like this—bare, in my jersey, and driving home in your new car, thinking about the way I’m going to rail you so fucking hard the second we walk through our door.”

“From behind?” I ask.

Placing his hand at the nape of my neck, he pulls me in for a long, passionate kiss. “Fast, slow, from behind, with you riding me, in every way possible, and all night long, tangled up in each other. Just you and me, Mia. Just you and me.”

With my emotions riding high, I take in a deep breath, feeling like now is the right time to ask the question I’ve held off for over four years.

“Always? Are we always, Jessie?”

When his eyes pool with tears and a single one trickles down his cheek, I know there’s nothing sad in his reaction.

“Yes, Mia. Always.”

EPILOGUE

END OF JUNE

JESSIE

“You still have the rings, right, man?”

Rolling his eyes like it’s the craziest thing he’s ever heard, Jon reaches into the pocket of his gray casual pants and pulls out two small black boxes, showing them to Zach. “Yep, I still have them.”

Zach turns back to look at himself in the mirror, adjusting his collar for the tenth time.

“It’s all good. Everything’s going to go just”—raising his hand, Jensen pinches his thumb and forefinger together—“perfectly.”

From behind, Zach’s dad places his hands on his son’s shoulders. “Everything looks great out there.”

Holding both of Aster’s hands above his head, I walk him over to his daddy. He looks so fucking cute in a matching suit.

“Hey, buddy.” Zach picks up his son and swivels back around to speak to him in the dress mirror. “Ready for Daddy to go marry Mommy?”

“Yeah,” he answers and then points a slobbery finger at them both. “Da-daaaa.”

My heart squeezes in my chest as I hope, one day, I’ll hear my own child’s voice.

Truth is, if Mia got pregnant tonight, I would be ecstatic, but I know we’re a few years off that while she finishes school and establishes herself as a kick-ass therapist.