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She still feels so tight and incredible that I can barely hold back, but I don’t want to rush this.

I want her to feel in every little movement exactly what she means to me. I want her to feel the love and care in each stroke until she can’t stand it anymore and she’s begging me to take her over the edge just to make the anticipation stop.

“Look at how well you take me, princess,” I murmur as I slowly drag my cock out of her, and although her eyes flutter from the sensation, she never takes her gaze away from mine. The needy look on her face goes right to my cock.

She wants this just as badly as I do.

She needs me just as much as I need her.

“I was made for you,” she mutters, and it drives me wild.

I push back into her, a bit faster this time, and the last vowel of her words stays frozen on her face as her mouth drops open in shock and pleasure at me opening her up again.

“That’s right, you were. No one has ever been as perfect for me as you. You’re it for me, all I’ll ever want and need.”

I grip her hips, slamming into her again. But it’s not deep enough, not close enough, so I lift her upper body by the waist until she’s more upright. Her breasts and cheek press against the mirror as I keep fucking her, the new angle making things even more intense.

She gasps against the mirror, fogging it up, and even though she’s finally broken eye contact with me, I don’t even care. The sight of her lost to the pleasure I’m giving her makes my cock swell, adoration filling my chest.

“That’s it,” I rasp. “Show me how good your husband makes you feel. How badly you need me.”

I thrust into her again as I speak, and she rocks her hips backward to meet me. Her hands splay out against the mirror, and her breathing intensifies, making the fog on the glass spread. I lean over her and crush my mouth against hers, kissing her deeply as I continue moving, going harder and faster with each stroke.

When she abruptly stops breathing and her entire body tenses, I know she’s close, so I pick up the pace again, pushing her over the edge. Her orgasm wracks her body as she clenches around my cock, but I need more.

Gritting my teeth to hold back the pleasure, I draw out and spin her around, lifting her up to balance her ass on the bar. Her legs wrap around me automatically as I drive into her again, andthe feel of her wet heat surrounding me again is enough to set off my own climax.

“Fuck, Becca. Ohfuck.”

Her hands wind around my neck and she tries to keep her eyes open as I come, but she loses that battle. They fall shut as she squeezes me tightly, milking my cock as I shudder and groan.

But I never take my eyes off her. Because I want to savor the lost look on her face, the way I know I’m making her feel something no man before or after me ever will.

Because she’s mine.

Now and forever.

In the aftermath, my legs start to wobble, and we slide down to the floor together. I turn to lean against the mirror, and she ends up in my lap, facing me. I brush her messy hair out of her face as we smile at each other, basking in the warm glow. I could stay like this for the rest of my life, just gazing into her beautiful eyes and stroking her soft cheek with the back of my hand.

She’s perfect, more than she’ll ever realize. But that won’t stop me from trying to convince her of it. I’ll spend every day telling her just how incredible she is.

“I guess we’ve christened the studio,” she murmurs, her eyes gleaming.

I laugh, pulling her closer against me as my cock slowly starts to soften inside her. “Hell yes, we did. Don’t worry, it’ll be our secret.”

She grins, and then her expression turns serious as she runs her fingers through my hair. “I can’t believe this is real. I feel like I’ve been living without oxygen and now I can breathe again. Everything felt empty without you.”

“For me too,” I tell her softly. “And you were wrong about the fact that you couldn’t give me a family.”

She blinks. “What do you mean?”

My hand cups her cheek, and I tilt her head up to meet my gaze as I rest the other hand on her chest, just above her heart. “This right here?Thisis my family.”

Chapter 47

Becca

The stadium explodes in cheers as Theo scores the Aces’ third goal against the Arizona Outlaws in the Stanley Cup playoffs—and I’m right there with them. Theo’s mother throws her arms around me and we jump up and down together. Anne and John flew in to watch the playoffs, and I’m glad they’re here because I know they’re just as proud of him as I am.

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