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He strips for me. Not slowly, but also not fast enough. He’s so sexy.

I unhook my bra and push off my panties, growing impatient for him. His hungry eyes scan me. “You didn’t wait for me.”

“And I won’t wait for you for the rest of it either if you don’t get on top of me.”

I yelp as he lifts me and straddles me on top of him. He pulls me into an all-consuming kiss as he lifts my hips and lowers me onto his cock.

I gasp as I settle and then moan. He grabs my face and looks into my eyes as we rock in a slow rhythm. “Marry me, Nicky. Marry me.” He brings my forehead to his as I grind against him, practically shaking from the intensity.

I’m already so close but I can’t say a word. It all just comes out as a moan.

“Don’t come yet.” He brings his hands between us and holds up a radiant yellow diamond ring.

I gasp at it's beauty. Before I can scream my answer, he rubs his thumb over my clit. “Now,” he rasps.

“Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you,” I scream out, coming hard, gripping his shoulders, and kissing him hard as he groans and jerks through his orgasm, emptying inside me. “I love you,” I whisper against the side of his face.

Breathlessly, he slips the ring on my finger. “I love you more. No one. I mean no one, will ever hurt you again. You’re mine to protect, defend, love, cherish and”—he spreads his palms over my stomach—“be timeless with. I will love you both unconditionally. Lie to me, don’t lie to me, I don’t care. Just don’t ever fucking leave me again.”

I shake my head. “I won’t. I’m yours. Timelessly yours.”

EPILOGUE

(6 months later)

“Where are you taking me?” my wife asks with a groan.

I married her on New Year's Eve, mere days after we claimed our eternal love and commitment to each other. We gathered the people closest to us; my daughters, her brother, Cora, Jace, and Bruce. And checked into a luxury bed and breakfast for the long weekend, where we rang in the new year just after saying our vows.

“It’s a surprise.”

“Royce. It’s a thousand degrees out. My ankles are swollen, I’m enormous. And we passed the ice cream shop three blocks ago.”

“Yeah. I had a feeling you thought we were going there when you paused in front of it.”

She pauses again. This time dropping my hand. “Are you making fun of me?”

“No. Last time I did that, I almost lost a finger.” I check the time and sigh. Wishing I could text Angel that we’re running late. But Nicky is already suspicious. Trying to get one over on her has proven to be quite the impossible undertaking. “Look, I promise we’ll get ice cream today.”

“Two scoops,” she grumbles, walking ahead of me.

I huff out a breath and catch up. Relieved that we’re almost there.

Nicole stops, scrunching her face as she looks up at the corner storefront. The newly renovated storefront. “Didn’t this used to be a sandwich shop? I wonder what’s here now.”

I step up behind her and pull on one of the glass doors. “Why don’t we find out?”

Stepping in, she scans the small, brightly lit lobby. The floors are glossy white tile with a narrow red carpet that leads to a dark hall. There’s a welcome desk with no one behind it at the moment. But the stock photo images, flyers, and even some shadow-boxed souvenirs are already on display across the shelves and walls.

She gasps. “No way. They opened up a new dojo in town, honey.”

“Hmm.”

“You think anyone is here? It looks pretty closed.”

I peek down the hallway. “Let’s go find out.” I lead her along the carpet.

“It’s so dark, I don’t think we should be going in there,” she whispers.

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