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But I don’t stop moving or rubbing at my clit. His other hand reaches up and squeezes the mound of my breast, pinching the nipple and making my body tight with arousal.

“That’s my good girl,” he praises quietly when he sees I’m about to come. “Let me feel it. Come on my cock, baby.”

I’m so close. I can feel it. It’s just on the horizon.

Then he utters those words that send me over the edge. “Good girl, little bird,” he says. “Good fucking girl.”

And just like that, my body detonates with his praise. My legs are shaking and seizing with pleasure. Light explodes behind my eyelids, and everything in me melts with the heat of this fire.

As I collapse against him, his cock twitches and shudders inside me.

His hands are tight around me as he fills me up.

Suddenly, I remember the first time he uttered those words and how it made me feel. And I realize that maybe that was the start of it all. Turning a cold, heartless man into one who could make me feel so warm and treasured was really where I began to fall in love.

Once we’re both spent, I rise up and smile at him. He kisses me softly on the lips as he takes my wrists and loops them over his head, pulling me closer to him. My hands are resting at theback of his neck, so we are one. Bound to each other for now. Forever.

“My good girl,” he mumbles against my mouth.

“My sir,” I reply.

Even as he whispers those words again, giving me the security and comfort I need, I know that nothing will ever top the effect they have on me. He is mine, and I am his. It doesn’t matter what came before or what comes after. All that matters is the moment we’re in right now, and as long as we’re in it together, I know everything will be okay.

Or rather, better than okay—it will be perfect.

Epilogue

Jack

Two years later

“I’m so excited,” Bea says, bouncing in the seat next to me.

A smile stretches on my face as I reach across the back seat and take her hand in mine. She’s beaming as she wiggles in her seat.

I still can’t believe this is happening. Again.

I don’t know what I did to deserve a life like this. I didn’t know if I would ever find happiness like this again. I was consumed by grief for so long it felt like I was frozen in a block of ice for years. Camille came into my life and brought the warmth that thawed me.

When the car comes to a stop, Bea practically bursts out the door while it’s still moving.

“Slow down, Bea,” I say as I climb out after her. Chasing her up to the front door, I grab her hand and force her to walk slowly by my side.

“How do I look?” she asks with a giggle. She’s in a crushed red velvet dress with a white collar and a black beret. She’s been obsessing over today’s outfit for months.

“He won’t care how you look,” I reply. “But for the record, you look beautiful.”

“First impressions are important,” she says, and it makes me laugh.

As we make our way down the long hall, my own heart picks up speed. After so long, this is finally happening. The moment we’ve been anticipating for nearly a year.

When we reach room number 17, I press the door open slowly to ensure Camille is ready. I notice my sister first with bloodshot eyes as if she’s been crying. Then I nod at my dad, leaning against the wall, with my mother on one side and my youngest sister, Scarlett, on his other.

Then I find Camille. She and I make eye contact, and to my surprise, she looks nervous. My heart nearly explodes with love. To me, she’s never looked more beautiful.

“We’re ready,” she says before biting her lip.

In the chair by the window, my mom is sitting with her phone aimed at the door, ready to catch Bea’s reaction.