Page 141 of Fake Out Hearts

“That’s a given, baby. Forever.” I brush her tears away. “And now you’ve got this studio too. All you need is students to fill it. I’m sure they’ll come now that Kaplan’s gotten tossed out of the NHL and pretty much proved everything he said about you was bullshit. I’ll do everything I can to help you advertise too. You’re going to be the best teacher ever.”

Her gorgeous brown eyes are luminous as she gazes up at me. “Thank you,” she whispers. “For everything.”

“You’re my wife. Youaremy everything,” I say, hoping she can hear the honesty in my voice.

I never want to lose her again. When she told me about her inability to have kids and left me on the doorstep of what should’ve been our home, it almost broke me. But I’m so glad that Sawyer talked some sense into me and that I didn’t let her go. That I fought for her.

Because I don’t ever want to live without her, without this.

I lean forward to kiss her, to show her how I feel in the best way I know how. She reciprocates, her hands resting on my chest, and I lose myself in the glow of the moment. The sun streams through the windows, lighting her and her dark hair up like the perfect angel she is, and gratefulness washes over me.

“I couldn’t imagine never kissing you again,” she whispers when we part, making my chest ache. “I never would’ve forgiven myself if I kept running from you. My mom told me not to run, and I’m so glad I listened.”

“Me too,” I breathe, then lean in to kiss her again like I’m trying to make up for lost time.

It’s soft and tender at first, our kisses slow and almost tentative, like we’re both afraid that the other person is going to disappear or turn out to be a dream.

But the feeling of her body against mine, her breaths teasing my lips every time we break apart for a second, is solid and real. I kiss her deeper, sliding my tongue into her mouth and tasting her, inhaling her familiar scent.

My hands start to roam, need building inside me until it’s all I can feel.

I almost lost her, and now I have her back.

And I need to fucking make hermine.

My hands start to roam, rough and possessive as I nip at her lower lip. Her breath hitches, and she rises up on her tiptoes to kiss me harder, one hand slipping down to palm the growing bulge in my pants.

“Fuck, princess,” I groan. “Need you. Right now.”

“You too,” she gasps.

I kiss her again, hungrier this time, and we stumble backward while we tear at each other’s clothes until we meet the far wall of mirrors. Her ass presses into the balance bar built into the wall, and with her pinned there, I scrape my teeth over her collarbone and then drag my mouth upward, kissing her exposed neck and throat.

“I need you,” I repeat, my voice rough.

“You have me. I’m yours. Forever,” she whimpers back, and my blood rushes as I tug off her pants then reach for mine.

We stop kissing just long enough for her to pull her shirt up over her head and throw it to the ground behind us. She’s not wearing a bra, and the sight of her beautiful bare chest just makes me want her that much more. In a matter of seconds, we’re both naked, our exposed bodies pressed together.

I cup her perfect breasts, my thumbs stroking her nipples until they’re swollen and full. Then I turn her around so she’s facing the mirror and run my hands along her incredible silhouette.

“I want you to watch. To see what you do to me, and how perfect we are together.”

“God, Theo…” Her voice is full of so many emotions that it makes my heart thud against my ribs.

“I know, baby,” I tell her, catching her gaze in the mirror. “I know. I feel it too.”

“Show me how perfect we are together,” she whispers. “I want to see.”

I smile, my heart so full it could burst. “I will. Now be the good girl I know you are and bend over and grip the bar.”

She bites her lip and bends over quickly, exposing her perfect pink pussy to me. I tease her folds with the head of my cock and smear the wetness that’s already leaking out of her onto myself.

“Look at you,” I growl. “So fucking perfect.” My eyes find hers in her reflection again as I add, “Keep your eyes on me.”

“I will.”

I place one hand on her lower back to brace us, then slowly slide into her from behind. I watch as her face goes slack with pleasure and her back arches under my hand. A moan claws its way out of her throat, and I can’t help groaning with her as I continue burying myself inside her. When our hips meet, I give her ass a rough squeeze, and she bites her lower lip, driving me crazy.

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