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Her core clenched around me. “Flint?”

“I got you, Sutt. Come with me.” Every muscle in my body blazed with fire. My dick ached. My balls cinched, tighter and tighter and tighter, desperate to explode.Fuck!

“Yeah.”

Her pulse quickened. My thrusts synced in time with her moves. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, crushed me close, and moaned, “Ohhhh.Shit, yes.”

Her shudders reverberated through my body. She giggled and smiled and kissed my face. But her pussy, throbbing around my cock, was my undoing.

With a hard thrust, I found my release, filling her with mylove. My body jerked and jolted as electric shots zapped every cell in my system. They coiled up my spine. Tingled the base of my neck. Slammed into my heart.So. Damn. Good.

I snaked my hands around Sutton’s body, circled her back, and kissed her. “Fuck, I love you.”

“And I love you, husband.”

“Wife.”

Her smile was like a sky full of stars, all glittery and bright. She touched her lips to mine. “You certainly rocked my world.”

“I did.”

“It might’ve been the plane. The sways, dips, and jet engines.”

“Never. Give me a few minutes and I’ll prove to you it was me.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

“I’ll deliver. Trust me.”

Collapsing back onto the bed, I drew her into my arms. I kissed her lips, her face, her forehead. Entwining our fingers, I kissed her rings—her stunning engagement ring and new wedding band of diamonds—then held our hands against my chest. Today had been a big day. An emotional high. But this, lying here in bed with my gorgeous wife, in the calm on the way to our honeymoon was pure bliss. Total happiness. I closed my eyes. I’d promised to love, cherish, and adore Sutton for the rest of my days. And I would. I’d always be there for her when she needed me. Give her the best life possible. Make all her dreams come true. Today was just the start of the rest of our lives together.

We were Flintlocks.

Family.

Married.

We’d rock on together . . . forever.

EPILOGUE 1

SUTTON

I couldn’t breathe. My heart beat so fast I was certain my ribs would crack. Underneath the table, I clasped onto Flint’s hand so tightly my knuckles ached. To my left, I held onto Maddy’s hand for more support.

This is it. My category at the Golden Globes.

My stomach was a bundle of knots, twisting and turning. Skipping and swaying.

Meredith Long, a Hollywood TV legend who’d graced our screens for more than forty years, glided up to the mic. She radiated regal elegance in a long navy gown and with enormous diamonds around her neck. “It is with a great honor I get to present the award for Best Actress in a Comedy TV Series. The nominees are: Glenda Port forWild Canyons.”

Oh my gosh, I so love her. Brilliant actress. She’s so popular; surely she’s got this.

“Georgia Burrows forBlood River.”

Ergh!Nausea bubbled through my gut, but I kept my smile in place. The cameras could be on us at any moment. My former friend who’d betrayed me had held no remorse for her actions after sleeping her way into the role. Georgia’s on-and off-screen boyfriend had publicly broken up with her at an after-party a couple months ago and the show hadn’t done as well as expected. Rumors were swirling around the industry that it’d be axed after this third season. Karma had hit Georgia hard. I hoped she’d be okay, but my life was certainly much better without her in it.

Meredith kept reading. “Madison Reed forVancouver Heights.”

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