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“Impatient?”

“You know I am.”

He grins and then he slams himself inside me. I whimper at the intrusion, my body on fire. The air around us electric. He thrusts, hitting every spot he learned months ago set me off, my body trembling with the need to release already.

“Love you,” he grunts.

“Love you, too.”

How did I go so long without him? How did I not fight, tooth and nail, to remind him of this? I won’t take a minute of our time for granted ever again. His gaze captures mine, his face so gorgeous and filled with passion and love for me it’s overwhelming.

He continues taking me and I lift my hips to meet his every thrust. He raised up on his knees, reaching under my ass to raise me hoisting my legs so they’re resting on his strong shoulders. I cry out at the different angle, his thumb strokes my center, my back arches and my orgasm explodes through me.

I’m still soaring through it, sparks of light bursting behind my eyelids when he roars through his own release. He collapses onto me as we both breathe heavily. I rub my hands up and down his back, slick with sweat and he shifts like he’s going to pull out. Wrapping my legs around him, I squeeze. “Not yet.”

“I don’t want a mess in our bed.”

“Our bed, huh?”

He lifts so he’s on his elbows, looking down at me. “The second you told me you loved me, I made the decision we weren’t sleeping apart again. Hope that’s okay.”

“No room for argument, huh?”

“Nope.”

“Good thing I agree then, I suppose.”

“I’d say it’s time for me to meet your folks. Can’t ask for your hand in marriage if I don’t know ‘em and they approve.”

My stomach fills with butterflies and my eyes flood with tears. “I’ll see if they have a weekend off from swinging.”

“Come again?”

I wipe my tears, giggling through my emotions. “Oh it’s a thing. Let me tell you what, the things I’ve learned.”

“Sounds interesting.”

“You have no idea.”

“Good thing you have a lifetime to tell me all about it.”

Epilogue

Ethan - One year later

“You’re ridiculous,”Liv says, laughing at me from across our bedroom. That’s right.Ours.She did exactly as she asked when we left The Escape and moved in right away. It’s perfect. Well, not perfect, because nothing is but it’s pretty damn awesome. She spends her days writing or helping me at The Goat and every night, we fall into bed together, fulfilling our fantasies and learning more about each other in and out of the bedroom every day. I’m falling deeper in love with her and can’t believe I’m lucky enough to call her mine. But, I won’t take the gift for granted. Currently, we’re gearing up for a huge Halloween bash at The Flying Goat. It’s our first annual, an idea that Liv had come up with, and is going to be family-friendly.

I flip the long blonde wig over my shoulder and strut over to her. “You mean you don’t like it?” I pout. I’m dressed as a fairy godmother so she’s not wrong when she said I’m ridiculous. But Austin and Samantha’s daughter Hillary is impossible to say no to and when she batted her adorable little eyes at me, asked if I would be her fairy godmother so she could be Cinderella, well, who was I to say no. I didn’t even question why she asked me rather than her dad or, I don’t know… hermom.

“You make a beautiful lady,” Liv teases, adjusting the wig on my head so it’s no longer crooked.

I bend down to kiss her and reach around to grip her ass as best I can, tugging her close. She’s wearing a pumpkin costume so it’s not easy but even more than that, her protruding belly doesn’t allow us to get as close as we once could. “And later tonight, the fairy godmother gets to ride the pumpkin.”

She bursts out giggling. “You might need to watch the movie again. The driver of the pumpkin coach isn’t the godmother.”

I rear back. That can’t be right. “What? It isn’t? Who else would have been driving it?”

She shakes her head, still laughing at me. “I think it was a goose or duck. Maybe a lizard. I don’t remember. But the godmother just transforms Cinderella’s clothes.”

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