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“Atlas,” she whines my name.

“Feels so good. Gotta go slow, Pip. Your pussy’s wrapped around me like a vise grip.”

“Is that a bad thing?” She trails her fingers from my nape and over my shoulders.

“Fuck no. Just don’t wanna come before I get you off.”

Despite the crimson glow infusing her cheeks, Nora licks her lips and gives voice to what she needs—what we need. “I’m so close. I… faster, p-please?”

Every molecule of my being wants to pound into her, but I hold back. She already admitted to being sore, and the last thing I want is to hurt her.Fuck. Talk about a rock and a hard place.

“I’m new to all of this, but I know my body, Atlas.”

“I know you do, Pip,” I reply through gritted teeth.

Nora pulls my face down to hers. “Then trust me to know what I need.” She seals her lips to mine, darting her tongue into my mouth for a taste.

And that’s all it takes for my control to snap.

Each thrust, every creak of the bedframe, spurs my need, giving fuel to the inferno burning between us. God, this fucking woman…

“Atlas, I—I’m almost there.”

Covering her hand with mine, I guide it between her legs. “Touch yourself, Pip. Help me get you there.”

She hesitates for only a moment before following my command.

I push myself up, bracing my hands on either side of her head, my eyes zeroed in on her as she begins to circle her clit with her middle finger.

“Fuck!” I spit the word as we both watch where our bodies merge together.

“Oh, God, Atlas, I’m—” And just like that, she shoots off like a rocket, clenching around me, engulfing my cock with white-hot pleasure.

“Ah, Pip.” I thrust into her heat a few more times, my gaze bouncing from where we’re joined to her pretty hazel eyes as I come.

Nora melts into the mattress, gasping for breath as I pull out of her. “That was…”

“Amazing,” I finish for her. “You’re amazing. How do you feel?”

She smiles up at me, trailing her fingertips over my jawline. “Like this is too good to be true. I’ve never felt better, more loved or cherished, than I do in your arms.” She swallows hard. “I love you, so much.”

“I love you, too, Pip.” I roll off of her, my body already mourning the loss of hers. But this nursery won’t set itself up, and the jellybean will be here sooner rather than later. “Ready to shop?”

She laughs. “I’m pretty sure I need another shower after that. And food.”

DIARY ENTRY, PRESENT DAY

Dear Diary,

In true Atlas fashion, he went all-out on the nursery. And in true Ellis fashion, he insisted on tagging along. For muscle, he said. As if Atlas doesn’t have enough. Then again, I have none, so I’m certainly not complaining.

We hit up the hardware store and got paint—the prettiest shade of pale, barely there blue. Then we grabbed lumber so Atlas could build a crib and shelves to store all of the so-called essentials. He’s. Building. Them. Like, by hand.

I even let him talk me into going online and registering for things. At this point, I’m treating it as more of a personal shopping list, because let’s be real, other than Atlas and Ellis, who’s going to buy anything from it?

Speaking of buying things, Ellis mentioned he’s on foot patrol at the Lake Fortune Fall Festival tomorrow untiltwo and said we should meet up with him there after to do a little more shopping. I think they like shopping more than I do. One too many episodes of Gossip Girl, if you ask me.

Either way, I’m ridiculously excited to go. Dad and I used to go every year up until he died. Five years may not seem like that long, but it feels like a lifetime.

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