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Reaching the tip, her pretty pink tongue tantalizes my cock. I lean down and pull her to her feet. Her hands automatically close around my jaw, pulling me down to her. I devour her, forcing my way in, like she isn’t going to give in to me. She melts, and I sweep inside, tongues tangling, hungry and devastating.

I break away, and she stares up at me. Her lips puffy, gaze all doe-eyed. The best fuckin’ view this man will ever get.

I drop my forehead to hers. “You want babies, wife? I’ll give you babies.”

I stand tall, spin her around, and bend her over the table. Her desperate eyes glance over her shoulder. Canting her ass up to me, she wriggles back.

So fuckin’ needy.

So fuckin’ mine.

“Everything is not nearly enough, Louisa May. Ask for more.”

I slam into her. She arches, breasts bouncing as her nipples drag over the hard surface beneath her.

“More,” she pants.

I pull back, slow, as I lean over and track hot, open-mouthed kisses up her spine. She turns her head, capturing my mouth when I make it past her shoulder. “More, Harry.”

I slam into her.

Her cry rings through the empty, candlelit space.

“More...”

Her body trembles under my own. I send it harder, thrust after thrust, until she explodes around me, dragging me over the jagged edge with her. I give her everything I have. Stroke after stroke, hot ropey lengths of release dive deep inside her.

“This is only the beginning, darlin’.” I lift her from the table and fold her back into my chest.

She grabs for me, her mouth hunting for a kiss. A heady, hungry need finds me as she slumps into me. “I know, my love.”

ChapterThirty-Eight

HARRY/LOUISA

ABOUT EIGHT YEARS LATER . . .

The old place doesn’t look the same. The house isn’t much different from the outside, but inside is a brand-new, state-of-the-art gourmet kitchen. The house yard now sports a brand-new white picket fence. Complete with an elegant white metal gate. Ned and Mick worked with me for a few days to get the wooden fence built and painted. We even managed to fix up the sign over the ranch.

And it’s all a surprise.

Louisa is waitin’ on me in the Lewistown hospital. Our firstborn arrived last week. A healthy, robust boy. If he ain’t the spitting image of his daddy, I don’t know what is.

I have been planning this little homestead makeover for nine damn months. The kitchen took a ton of covert planning. With secret calls to old Mrs. Mancini, I got the best we could afford and went with a better layout. Cabinetry that should see us out was a must. And I gotta say, they look mighty fine. Its orientation is slightly different to the old one, facing somewhere more meaningful.

I can’t wait to see the look on her beautiful face when she comes home.

Home.

Every year we make our life here, it feels more and more that way.

The barn got a complete overhaul, and we built another. The old loading ramp and yards were the first fix. My ever-patient wife, after years of putting the ranch first, deserves homestead renovations. What better time than when we bring our first child home?

I will never be able to match what she’s given me in this life. The sacrifices. The trust. The love.

Hell, I will spend every day I have on this earth makin’ sure she has the life she wants. I used to think the bottom line was the most important thing to makin’ a good life pan out.

Now, I understand bottom lines ain’t got nothin’ on the people in your life. We have built friendships. Taken on more investments, the new vet clinic in town being one. Mama’s Place is a thriving eatin’ spot, and Lou is in there every week, checking over menus, teaching her staff the things she’s learned.

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