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I squeeze her hip.

"More than okay. I want the world to know you're mine."

"There's something else," she whispers, and I swear her pink darkens even more.

Her proximity, her touch, her collar, is making me hard. I run my hand up her skirt, careful that no one else can see anything.I don't share. I'm tempted to take her here, let her skirt hide anything salacious, let her soak me in the middle of the room.

"I quit my job," she says, and there's a tinge of nervousness in her voice.

"Oh yeah? Why's that?"

I should care more, but in this moment, I really don't. Work or not work, school or not school, fucking her here or finding a room, I really don't care. She's mine, I'm hers, everything else is background noise.

She leans forward, pressing her tits against my chest, and I'm hot. There are too many layers of fabric between us. I need her skin on mine.

She whispers against the shell of my ear. "I don't know if you know this, but my boyfriend happens to be loaded."

Boyfriendis the wrong word.Husbandfeels better. I'm going to have to remedy that soon.

I don't care if she works. She's had my black card for months. And if it means I get to spend time with her at The Envelope doing things other than watching her serve drinks? I'd give her twenty black cards. I love that she's comfortable spending my money now. It's just another way I'm able to take care of her. It makes me proud to provide for someone as incredible as Serenity.

I squeeze her hip again and chuckle. I press her against my hard cock, making sure she knows what she does to me.

Her eyes glaze over with lust, and she stands, stretching out one of her delicate hands to me. I take it and stand, ready to follow her anywhere.

And when she leads me to room twelve, I feel our story come full circle, and the beginning of our happily-ever-after start.

The End.

Chapter fifty-four

Epilogue

Declan

"Look! There's mommy," I say, gripping Little Cammy's hand and waving at her mother, who walks across the large stage in her black cap and gown to receive her degree.

She pauses to shake hands with the deans and take a picture before she steps off the stage, finds us in the stands and waves. Pride and gratitude make my chest swell.

Cas takes Cammy from me. Daniel and Harrison flank us, happy to celebrate someone they consider a sister now.

Ser did end up getting pregnant that day in my office but she refused to quit school or even take her classes online throughout her pregnancy like I begged her.

The other students whispered about her at first, but once she was safely into her second trimester, we worked with a PR team to launch our relationship officially. Once the other students realized she was older than she looked, and in a stable relationship with a wealthy man, they changed from judging her, to trying to get close to her.

From being helpless to help Ser with her morning sickness the first trimester, her sex drive during the second trimester, and her Braxton Hick's contractions the third trimester. Then she labored for thirty-six hours and I lost my shit.

Not my proudest moment, but the doctors at the George Washington University Hospital must be used to expectant fathers to threaten them, because once our Cammy was here, all was forgiven.

I'd never felt more useless and out of control. But my girl's strong and she's used to putting up with me. Then The Universe decided to make me a girl-dad and I haven't had a day of control since. I thought I loved Ser with my entire heart, and then Cammy was born and my heart was ripped from my chest and now lives outside of my body.

Every cry, every whimper, every time she moved the first six months I was at her side. I never knew a love like this was even possible.

I offered to hire a nanny or full time au pair but she insisted we raise our daughter ourselves. So while she's in class, I'm home with Cammy, and if there's a meeting I need to go to, she's shuffled between her "aunts and uncles" or Cas and Daniel and Harrison.

She loves Harrison the most, and while he pretends to be annoyed at having to "babysit" I catch the warm smiles she pulls out of him.

I'm eager to get to my woman and celebrate her. I know how hard she worked for her degree. I saw the hours of sleep she lost, and the struggle on the days her ADHD flared up. I saw how much she sacrificed time with Cammy when she would have much rather cuddled with us than study, but she toughed it out and I've never been more proud of a person in my entire life. She even finished her degree in only two-and-a-half years.

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