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All too soon, she was bucking against my hands and crying out.

I only pulled away when she went limp, writhing weakly under the onslaught of my mouth.

Panting, she ran her hands over my hair and down my shoulders, pausing at a certain spot linked to bad memories for both of us.

There was still a slight scar where her brother had shot me, but there had been no lasting damage.

In fact, I considered it a trophy of sorts.

While it tormented me to think Mila might have been hurt, I finally saw the depth of her feelings that day.

Grabbing the backs of her knees, I straightened up and tugged her legs around my hips, bringing her closer. I had to be inside her.

“Nope,” she said, scrambling up and out of my grasp.

With all her might, she tried shoving me down onto my back, her lower lip caught between her teeth, and her brow furrowed.

With a laugh, I fell backward, bringing her with me.

Her elbows planted on my chest, she leaned in and kissed me, her body flush with mine as I held onto her plump and perfect ass to keep her from rolling off.

“I want to ride you,” she said after a long and lazy kiss.

I was throbbing from the beautiful torture of having her slick, naked body writhing on top of me. I would have agreed to anything.

“Whatever you want,” I said, slapping her lightly as I let go of her ass. “I’ll enjoy the view of these gorgeous tits of yours.”

With a laugh, she straddled me, rolling her hot, wet pussy up and down the length of my cock. My breath hitched, trapped in my throat as she closed her eyes and moved, enjoying herself but forgetting I was about to burst.

“Mila,” I growled, grabbing her hips. “I’m about to flip you over.”

“You won’t,” she purred, straightening up and stretching her arms overhead as she kept teasing my cock.

“You’re right, I won’t,” I said, mesmerized by her gorgeous body on full display.

In another minute, I grabbed her again, and with a laugh, she eased herself down onto me, taking every inch.

Her slow smile and hot little pussy were both driving me wild.

Not to mention those sexy, bouncing tits.

But she was having fun, and after the phone call from Nat, I was happy to be a distraction.

For a few minutes. After that, I was on the verge of a heart attack from holding back.

Gripping her sides, I took over, lifting her body and lowering her, moving her faster until she was the one panting for more.

With her hands on my chest, she let her head drop back, her glorious mane falling in waves over her shoulders.

A moment later, she leaned down to kiss me as I drove deep and hard inside her.

Her lips crashed against mine, her body tensing as a moan escaped into my mouth.

Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her closer, finally flipping her onto her back so I could get even deeper.

Her head flopped onto the pillows, one leg clamped over my shoulder, the other held tight in my hand.

As I pounded, mindless except for the need to hear her shouts of pleasure, I reached between our sweaty bodies to find her clit.

One swipe of the swollen bud and she screamed, the sound like music to me. I kept going, desperate for release inside my woman, but needing to hear it again. Her head thrashed as I drove her on, murmuring nonsense until I kissed her again.

Her next scream erupted as soon as I pulled away. Her soaking wet pussy throttled my cock as she spasmed, arching her back as I drove home a final time. I shouted out her name and landed in a heap on top of my beautiful wife.

“God, I love you,” I panted.

It was all I could manage. I was dizzy, breathless, on the verge of being lost, but in the best possible way. As long as I could feel Mila, hear her breathing, it didn’t really matter where I was.

“That was…” she trailed off, laughing weakly before trying to catch her breath. “That was normal.”

Despite feeling like my heart was cracking my ribs, I burst out laughing.

She was right. Our normal blew anyone else’s amazing right out of the water.

We lay quietly for a while as the room began to darken.

Neither of us made a move to turn on our bedside lamps, but turned to watch the sky outside the window go from hazy gray to indigo and then become full dark.

She yawned and sat up, finally turning on her light. “I’m not actually tired enough to sleep,” she admitted sheepishly.

I wasn’t either, in fact, I was ravenous, and suggested ordering delivery from our favorite pizza place.

“Were you reading my mind?” she asked, pretending to be offended.

It had taken some doing, but after some keen observation, I knew her as well as I knew myself. It didn’t hurt that we actually had a hell of a lot in common, something we were always marveling over.

“Just know what my girl likes,” I said. “You stay up here, and we can eat in bed, since we’re still on vacation.”

She grimaced. “I was actually thinking about going over those plans I meant to get to before you distracted me.”

“Bring it all to bed,” I said. “You’re especially sexy when you’re poring over paperwork.

” I beamed at her as she scrambled over to the desk and brought her laptop and a sheaf of contracts for the new shop back to bed with her.

I ordered the food and cracked open the latest book I started while we were away.

After we ate, I grabbed her hand before she could snap open her laptop again. “I’ve been wondering about something,” I said, nodding toward her pile of work. “What made you accept my loan to open the new boutique?”

She had acted like she would have rather kissed a rabid dog than ever do such a thing, but when I mentioned it again shortly after the showdown with Ivan, she jumped at the chance. She had never even taken loans from her brothers before.

“Why’d you offer to be my partner?” she countered.

“Because I know you can make it work,” I said with a shrug. There was no doubt in my mind that the shop she was busting her butt over was going to make us both a ton of money.

She gave me a smile so dazzling it nearly knocked me into the empty pizza box by my side. “That’s the reason,” she said. “Because you weren’t offering out of pity, or because you loved me—”

“I do love you,” I interrupted.

She leaned in and kissed me sweetly, wiping a bit of sauce from my lip. “I love you, too. But the most important reason was that you believed in me. Really believe in me.”

“Of course I do,” I said, leaning in for more kisses.

And I always would, no matter the outcome. She was mine, after all.

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