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He nodded. “Yeah, we’ve got this.”

I smiled. “Because it’s us.”

He closed his eyes and breathed into the moment before opening them again. “Yeah, baby, because it’s us.”

Epilogue

Four weeks later

Reuben

It was D-Day,the day of Stella’s second ultrasound which they’d kindly delayed to give me a little more time to recover. In a couple of hours, we were going to see our baby for the first time, and I couldn’t fucking wait.

Cam threw our bedroom curtain aside, his wedding ring catching the light.

It brought a smile to my face every time I saw it, reminding me of that first glimpse of him outside the chapel on our wedding day. It still took my breath away—the way he’d sashayed toward me on that cloud of pale pink tulle, wearing that familiar cocky grin—every step parting the slit in his skirt for a peek at those white million-buttoned and sexy-as-shit high-heeled ankle boots and that black garter. And above the skirt, another million-buttoned pale silk waistcoat with a thin black harness visible underneath, and all atop acres of olive skin that I knew like the back of my hand.

So fabulous, so sensual, so masculine, so... Cam.

I palmed myself, hard at the thought again. Because when I got to peel all those layers off later that day, I’d found a black lace jockstrap covering a soft pink silicone cock cage, the key to which was handed to me on a silver chain. But since the moratorium on anal sex hadn’t lifted until a few days ago, we’d had to wait for the full enchilada experience until then.

And we hadn’t really stopped.

Hence the mountain of crushed tulle in our bed, the garter on Cam’s thigh, and the cock cage twirling on his finger.

Damn.

And hanging that tulle on the clothesline every day was getting to be embarrassing.

“What time is it?” I grumbled.

“Seven.” His black negligée draped softly over that beautiful spiral tattoo on his arse cheek, almost within reach.

I thought about grabbing it for all of two seconds, but the sizzle in my eyeballs had me pulling the covers over my head instead. “Go away. It’s too early.”

We’d talked late into the night and made out lazily until eventually he’d fucked me slow and deep into the early hours. But even then, we’d been too nervous to sleep, tossing and turning in each other’s arms until I eventually drifted off sometime after four.

I lay under the covers and waited with a smile on my face and counted the seconds as they passed, knowing Cam hated being ignored.

Five, six, seven—

He landed on me with a growl.

Touchdown.

“I want you again,” he muttered, biting my shoulder through the duvet.

My cock immediately answered that siren call as it always did.

“You can run, but you cannot hide.” He dragged the covers to my feet and rolled me onto my back as the cool morning air licked at my skin. Then he ran a heated gaze the length of my goosebumped body before straddling my hips and pinning my arms above my head.

“Door?” I looked around his lithe body.

“Still locked,” he answered with a sly grin, then cocked his head. “I could fuck you till you begged me to let you come. I bet you’re still hot and wet from earlier.” He leaned to the side and slid a finger into my well-used hole. “Mmm. So good.” He licked a stripe up my throat as he finger fucked me, and I groaned. “Whaddya think?”

I sent him a pointed look. “I think your mother’s coming at eight, and we have Cory to get ready.”

“Damn.” He pouted. “Always the sensible one.”

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