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Like always, without hesitation, his thumb found the exact spot she needed him to touch. Sliding it through her damp slit, he ran moisture to lube her clitoris and made her moan loudly into his mouth. If she’d been locked all this time before she’d met him, Chris held the key that opened her wide.

Rowan’s hip thrust forward to his touch, seeking the pressure from his thumb. Chris broke away from her mouth and ran his lips down her throat, along her collarbone, to the top of her breast. Without much finesse, he pulled down the bodice of her dress and bra to expose her breasts. Rowan didn’t care if he ripped her dress. She only cared that his mouth was on her, creating delicious frictions that shot straight to her center. Grabbing the ladder handle just above her head, Rowan archedher chest to him, offering him to suck harder. Chris read her like a book and did just that.

But Rowan didn’t want to always be at the receiving end. She needed to give as much as she took. They were in it together, after all. She pushed his pants and underwear off his legs and cupped him, even when his thumb and mouth on her had almost rendered her unable to move.

At the touch of her hand, Chris groaned her name as a warning, “Rowan.”

“Partners, right?” Rowan whispered as she fisted his hard length to its tip. “I think you’re ready for me.”

Chris straightened to gaze into her eyes while he let her guide him to her warmth. “That I am, love.”

He thrust into her and filled her fully, triggering a moan. She didn’t even try to suppress it—didn’t care if anyone could hear them. He was hers.

They moved together like surf coming into shore. Rowan felt every inch of him inside her like the ocean’s caress against the earth. With each stroke, the strength of the wave became more intense as it built in volume. With each thrust, they rolled in a massive swell, closer and closer to their destination. Until they finally crashed onto the beach in a shattering splash.

The orgasm hit her as an almost violent but reviving jolt of energy surging through her body. Her cry equaled Chris’ grunt as he buried himself deep inside her.

Like a ship landing on a beautiful, tranquil beach, Chris felt his body calming from the satisfying release that had slammed into him.

“Every time,” Chris said in awe, as he caught his breath.

Against him, Rowan suddenly got an attack of the giggles. She tried to cover it by burying her face in his chest, but he felt the rumble even more.

“It was that good, huh?” Chris teased. He loved she could laugh while he was still deep inside her, which turned him on again.

Curbing her laughter, his fiancée—his real fiancée—lifted her face to look at him. “I’m laughing at life. I should’ve known life can take a complete one-eighty at any moment.

“One night changed my life forever,” Rowan added. “My father’s death turned my life upside down. I’ll miss him every day, grieving for what he’ll miss. But I’m also grateful for what he gave me: the courage to forge my path, Bright Head, and a sister, which ultimately led you to me.”

“Life takes you by surprise sometimes.” Chris smiled and kissed her nose. “I set out on this trip as a favor for a friend. I never thought I’d be unexpectedly entangled with this woman who makes my very being yearn for her.”

Rowan chuckled as Chris trailed his lips along her jaw. “Are we going to do this for the rest of the day? If so, we probably should find a more comfortable and less risky spot.”

“We can do this all weekend if you’d like. Though we have a wedding to go to.” Chris’ lips continued their exploration.

Alarmed, Rowan pulled Chris’ head away from her neck. “Whose wedding?”

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The bride wore an elegant scoop-neck floor-length chiffon sheath dress in blush. The sheer long sleeves and the deep-V back brought a little attitude to the simple dress. She carried a bouquet of pink roses as she walked down the aisle on Chris’ arm, full of smiles for the small party gathered on the lawn.

Chris smiled at George Sullens as he gave Rosemary’s hand to his father. George’s eyes were bright with joy as he took in his lovely bride and looped her arm around his elbow, whispered something in her ear that made her giggle before turning to the judge.

Chris joined Rowan in the front row, and together they witnessed Chris’ father getting a second chance at love, marrying his new partner. They looked sweet together, and Rowan was glad for them.

Chris had told her about his father’s almost-miraculous transformation. To think that the man had gone through decades of his life coping with his wife’s death by burying himself in work and shutting out his son, when he could’ve had this happiness if he’d recognized his problem and sought help earlier. But sometimes, it took the right person at the right time to break through a hard shell. For George, it was Rosemary, and the time was now.

With the beach as their backdrop, George and Rosemary made their vows under an arbor covered in white and pink roses. Rowan had helped Chris work his magic in throwing this wedding together in a matter of days.

“I can’t believe you pulled this off in four days,” Rowan whispered to Chris when they threw rose petals over the newly married Mr. and Mrs. George and Rosemary Sullens.

“It’s a small enough wedding that I had little trouble. The toughest part was making sure we had enough roses. They’re Rosemary’s favorite,” Chris said.

“Figures.” Rowan grinned, watching the older couple surrounded by their local friends. “For someone in his position, I thought he’d want to invite more people.”

“My dad’s done with all that. He’s retiring,” Chris said.

“He is?” Rowan glanced at him.

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