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Our foreheads touch, and we’re both breathing hard as the kiss gradually stops.

I didn’t have any reservations with my new tattoo because I already knew.

I think I knew way back at the beach when spending my vacation with Spencer felt like stepping back in time.

Spencer was always meant to be mine.

And there’s not a doubt lingering that I was always meant to be his.

29

Spencer

“You’re killingme with these dresses, Kitten.”

Cortney executes a twirl that sends her flowy, ivory skirt swishing around her calves. “Is it okay? You said to wear something nice, but I wasn’t sure if that meant clean or glamorous.”

“This is perfect.” I lean against the doorframe to her home and give her a slow once-over. She’s paired the dress with a black strappy sandal that showcases her toes painted a shocking red. Filthy thoughts fill my head. I wonder if the polish matches anything else.

“Where are we going?” She slings her purse strap over her head and switches on the porch light.

I push off from the frame and take her hand. “I’m taking you on a first date, Fairview Valley style.”

“Wasn’t our honeymoon like one big first date?”

Hearing her call the trip our honeymoon fills me with so much warmth I might start boiling from the inside out.

Fuck. I like the sound of that.

Right then and there, standing on Cortney’s front porch, I decide that someday I’m going to take her on our honeymoon. A real one. The right way.

“That wasn’t our first date.” I lean over and kiss her cheek. “That was like a pre-date.”

“What kind of woman am I that I have sex on the pre-date?”

She squeaks as I abruptly stop and yank her into my chest. “My favorite one.”

“Smooth.” She melts into me, giving me half her weight.

“This is me rescheduling from when you got that migraine. It’s nothing much, Kitten. You’ll have fun.”

“Well, now I’m even more excited.”

I swing open my passenger door and lift her into my truck. The sight of her soft, round ass in my face sends blood rushing to my cock. While she settles, I reach down and adjust my dick. It’s like I’m a teenager again, and a solid breeze blows by. I have a permanent stiffy when she’s around.

She busts me with a laugh, eyes glittering in the evening sun. “Something wrong, Spence?”

“I think this is turning into a medical issue. Isn’t there a danger to having chronic erections?”

“We could go back inside. Do something about it.” She bites her coral pink lip.

“After,” I rumble, my tone thick with want. “I’m going to feed you before I fuck you.”

I buckle her in, kiss her cheek, and jump into the cab to Cortney’s enjoyment.

“You’re pretty quick, considering you carry around that baseball bat in your pants.”

Hooking her around the back of her neck, I kiss her hard. “Be a good girl for dinner, and I’ll show you exactly what I can do with it.”

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