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I was dizzy with pleasure, the feelings overwhelming my body in a way that being wasted and high at the same time was.

I loved it.

I was addicted to it.

“You always take me so good, Ayen.”

He let go of my legs to lean back over me, curling his arms around me in a protective cocoon and encasing me with his body.

I dug my nails into the muscles of his shoulder blades, holding him tight against me while he sunk deep enough that his hips were flush with my ass.

He took his time with me, working himself in and out of my ass with the kind of care that a long time lover would take with their beloved. He kissed me like one, too, like fucking me wasn’t enough. He had to brand me with his very essence and seep himself down deep into the core of my bones so that he could never leave.

I wanted to wear him like a tattoo imprinted into my skin that it would eventually scar over. That way, I’d never forget him or us and what we shared together.

Because we truly did have all the time in the world to be together like this. Not even an act of God could pull us apart at this point.

I came with his name on my lips, feeling the full body rush of my orgasm stealing the air out of my lungs and replacing it with his as he breathed into me.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispered, his hips clapping against me until he shuddered and warmth filled me.

Jackson peppered my face with soft presses of his lips, covering every inch until I was sure that my face was covered in them.

“I love you.” The words came tumbling out of me before I could stop them, my mind and emotions too caught up in all of this.

“Oh, Ayen.” His forehead rested against mine. A soft smile crossed over his face. “Iloveyou. Stay with me?”

My eyes prickled with tears. “Of course I will. As long as you’ll have me.”

He grinned. “Guess you’re stuck with me indefinitely, then.”

I’d take it.

Not a bad deal at all.

EPILOGUE

Jackson

Readjustingthe comfortable weight of my gear once more, I looped my bag up over my shoulder and secured the straps across my chest.

A hand slapped against my shoulder twice, hard enough to make an audible sound. “Looks like it’s going to be a long one, today.”

I glanced out at the group of new inmates that had come in just last week and were already moving into their next phase of training.

I nodded and nudged my fellow coworker, Mac, with my elbow. “You make it sound like you’re going to be slacking off today.”

“Can you blame me? Your boy’s got everyone running on a tight leash these days.”

Amusement trickled through me. “Scared he’s going to make me scold you?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.”

I slapped him with one of my gloves. “Get to work, then.”

With a huff, Mac sauntered off to go join the rest of the firefighters gearing up. Roxy’s barking had me craning my neck to look across the crowd of inmates, following her bouncing form in between the gap in the inmates’ groups.

She was following along diligently as Ayen’s keen eyes roved over the inmates, checking everyone’s gear and adjusting some as he passed on through. His dark t-shirt clung to his slender frame, filled out nicely with a delicious layer of new muscles from lifting heavy things all day. His jumper pants, held up at his shoulders by thick suspenders, hugged his bottom half in such a good way, one that made me drool.

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