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I sighed. “That will never get old.”

He tipped my face to his, and kissed me. The cannula was cold and hard against my upper lip, but I didn’t care. I’d take his kisses however I could get them.

“Fine.” I breathed the word against his mouth. “I’ll go. But I’m coming back as soon as the reception is over. And I’m sucking you off before I leave.”

Nick just smiled and feathered his fingers through my hair, then swept his thumb across my lips. “Why wait?”

I giggled; only Nick could make me giggle. It was embarrassing. “Why wait, indeed?” I slid my hand under the blanket, under the gown, found him hardening under my touch. “Watch the door.”

“I’m gonna watch you, that’s what I’m gonna watch.”

So I pulled the curtain closed. Tugged the sheets and blankets back, shoved the gown up, and went to town. Slowly, lovingly, pulling him back away from his body and tilting my face to the side so he could watch as he entered my mouth.

His heart rate went crazy and his breathing became labored, and he came with a quiet grunt. I sucked him dry and limp, and replaced the covers over him just in time for the nurse to rush in.

“Your heart rate just increased,” she said, coming over to lay two fingers against his wrist. “Are you okay? Did something happen?”

He glanced at me. I still had a mouthful of his come, which I surreptitiously swallowed, and then wiped my mouth with my sleeve.

“No,” he said. “Just…I had a dream. I’m fine.”

The nurse shifted her gaze from me to him and back. “None of that, you two. If you want him to heal, you need to let him rest. Causing his heart rate to skyrocket and his lungs to have to work harder isn’t doing him any favors.”

“She’s got a wedding to go to anyway,” Nick said. “She’s about to leave. We were just saying goodbye.”

“Okay, well, say goodbye less…vigorously.” She let out an exasperated sigh.

Alone once more, Nick grinned at me and pulled me in for a kiss. “You taste like me.”

“I was still swallowing when she came in.” I kissed him, tangled my tongue against his.

We kissed for a long moment, and then he pushed me away. “Go. Before I tie you to the IV pole and have my way with your ass.”

“Is that a promise or a threat?” I stood up, turned away, and waggled my ass at him.

He groaned. “Don’t tempt me, woman.”

“Can’t help it if I’m a born temptress,” I said. I turned back, ran my fingers through his hair. “You can have your way with my ass when you’re out of the hospital. Promise.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” He reached around and patted me on the bottom, then turned me around and pushed me away. “I love you. Go. Have fun.”

I wasn’t capable of saying goodbye to him. So I rushed back to kiss him once more, amazed that this was me, in love with a man who loved me back.

I even looked out the window to see if I could spot any flying pigs.

I left, pretended to close the door, and then peeked through. As soon as I was gone, Nick flopped back onto the bed, pressed the button to lower the head of the bed so he was lying down. His hand was pressed to his chest as if to physically keep his chest rising and falling. He looked weak, suddenly, and exhausted.

But he had a smile on his face.

Everything it took to get me here, to this place with Nicholas Harris?

Worth it. All of it.

EPILOGUE

“Do you, Kyrie Abigail St. Claire, take this man, Valentine Roth, to be your husband, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?”

“I do.”