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He cocks a brow and taps my aching clit. Waiting for the filthy words he loves so much.

“Please fuck my greedy pussy.”

“Good girl.” He fills me in one rough thrust.

His praise satisfies a deep, carnal need to please him. And those two sweet words send the orgasm rushing through me. I shudder as Roman starts a punishing rhythm, hips slapping my ass on every stroke.

He uses my braid to pull my head back, leaning in, eyes on our reflections as he slides in and out of me. “Look at you, my perfect doll, taking every inch of my cock.”

I can’t stop coming, or moaning his name as he hammers into me, fucking me, claiming me, owning me. His teeth sink into my shoulder, and he fills me one last time, cock pulsing as I clench around him.

When we’ve both come down from the high, he slowly eases out, wearing a satisfied smile as his cum drips down the inside of my thighs. “Now we can use the tub for its intended purpose.”

I laugh and his eyes crinkle at the corners. He lifts me easily over the edge, which I appreciate since my knees are overcooked spaghetti noodles. Roman climbs in after and moves me to straddle his lap. I settle over his erection as we kiss and touch, fingers and lips exploring.

When we’re both desperate for more of each other, and I’m once again begging him to fill me, he dries us off and carries me to bed. Still in no rush, he pulls the sheets back and stretches out over me, fitting himself between my legs. I wrap them around his waist, unable to pry my gaze from his. So much about this night is the same, but the emotions are different. He’s the one person I can give all of myself to.

This time he’s slow and tender, filling me in one smooth stroke, he stays deep, eyes on mine as he makes love to me. Inone night, we reframe that weekend, create new memories to go with the old, replacing the hurt of ending our time without a goodbye with the promise of our forever.

“I love you,” he whispers against my lips.

“I love you, too. Endlessly.”

I come in waves, pleasure sweeping over me as he rolls his hips. I moan his name and cling to his shoulders, as we tip over the edge together. I’m lost in him, drowning in his love.

We lie there for long minutes, just kissing and touching before he leaves to get a damp washcloth so he can clean me up. "Should we enjoy the caramel and apple slices the way they were meant to be?”

“You mean actually dip the apples in them and not your dick?” I ask.

“Exactly.” He kisses me softly. “Let me get you a robe.”

He helps me into the soft plush terry, and we snuggle on the couch and feed each other while we talk.

“I wish my mom could have met you.” My throat tightens with emotion.

“I wish I could have met her, too.”

“Our relationship wasn’t easy or perfect, but she would have liked you. She would have been happy that I found someone who loves me the way you do.”

“My dad would have felt the same way about you,” he says softly.

“Does the hurting stop eventually?” I ask.

Roman’s smile turns soft. “The edges aren’t so sharp after a few years. I still miss my dad, but the way it hurts is different, if that makes sense.”

“I think so. It helps a lot that I have these new women in my life. I’ve never had that before.” I had teammates, and friends, but these women are special. I feel blessed to know them.

“They are wonderful people, and I’m so glad they’ve become a support system for you. When we get back to Toronto, we canstart planning our summer wedding, if you want one,” Roman says.

“I do. Just something small and intimate, though, with the people we love the most.”

“Exactly. And then we’ll go somewhere private, where I can love you all day long.”

That I get to spend my life with this man is a joy and an honor. “That sounds beyond perfect.”

CHAPTER 45

ROMAN

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