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And it’s the happiest I’ve ever been.

EPILOGUE

HAYES

“You’re not wearing that.”

Quinn hitches her brows up at my words, her hands in her hair as she styles it into a bun that somehow looks messy yet intentional. “Excuse me?”

I slide off our bed and make my way over to her, not stopping until I’m just inches away, capturing her hazel gaze in the mirror.

“If you wear that, all I’ll want to do all night is rip it off you, and I really doubt our friends want us to fuck in their bathroom.”

“Why, Adam Hayes, are you saying you can’t control yourself around me? Because that’s kind of hot.”

“Yes.” I lean forward, pressing my lips against her exposed shoulder in a soft kiss before sinking my teeth lightly into her skin.

She tilts her head to the side, sighing. “You’re killing me.”

“Andyou’rekillingmein that dress. You looktoogood in it. It’s unfair.”

I drag my hands up the back of her legs, taking the form-fitting deep pink dress right along with me until I’m greeted by the sight of her perfectly pert ass in nothing but a lacy, black thong.

“Fuck,” I mutter, looking down at her.

She giggles. “Thank you.”

I run my finger under the lace material, pulling at it softly. “You have no idea how badly I want to sink to my knees and get a taste of you right now, have you press your hands against the mirror while I eat you from behind.” I smack her ass roughly, and she gasps. “I’d fuck you hard after, just the way you like. I’d bury myself inside you until you’re so full you can’t stand it.”

She runs her tongue over her bottom lip, then presses her top teeth into it.

“Would you want that, Quinny? Would you want me to slide my cock into your pretty, pretty cunt and make you go to the party with my cum leaking out of you for the rest of the night?”

She’s panting now, her chest turning red with the heat that moves through her, and with my hard cock pressing against her ass, there’s no way she doesn’t know I mean the words I’m whispering in her ear.

“Yes,” she begs. “Please.”

“I want it so fucking bad I can’t stand it.”

“Me, too. So, so bad.”

I believe her.

For a moment, I worried when Quinn officially moved in, we might grow tired of one another, worried the thrill we got from sneaking around was the real glue that kept us together, and without it, we would break.

That couldn’t have been further from the truth. I’ll be the first to admit it—Quinn Benson isn’t what I was expecting. She’s better. And man am I fucking crazy about her. Being with her is everything I never thought was possible.

It’s coming home to someone who actually gives a shit about me. It’s having someone to talk to and who listens. It’s having someone believe in me for me and not just the money I make. It’s being loved in a way I’ve never been loved before.

When Flora came to live with me, I never anticipated this was how my life would turn out, but now? Now, I can’t imagine it any other way, and I really don’t want to, either. I have the best girls anyone could ask for, and I wouldn’t change a damn thing about any of it.

“Maybe just a taste won’t hurt…”

I move to drop to my knees and deliver on at leasthalf of what I promised I’d do, but Quinn has other plans, grabbing my hair and pulling me back up to full height. I jut my lip out in a pout, and she laughs, spinning and circling her arms around my neck.

“As amazing as that sounds, we really do need to get going, or we’ll be late.”

I don’t give a shit about being late. With my hockey schedule and her classes—which she’s totally killing—in full swing, I feel like we hardly get to see each other anymore, and when we do, it’s never enough. To be fair, I don’t think any amount of time will ever be enough with Quinn, but I really don’t want to share the one evening I have with her with my teammates.

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