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“Before you say anything, I need you to know that I love you, Ember. I didn’t think these feelings were possible. But I swear to God I was dead inside before I met you.” I take her hand and place it over my heart. “You feel that? It beats because of you. For you.”

She blinks and tears stream down her cheeks. “I love you too, Ash.”

I crush my lips against hers, her kiss the oxygen I’d been missing the past few weeks.

And now, I can finally breathe again.

Epilogue

Ember

Six months later

Six months can change everything. And when I say everything ... I mean it. Ash is waking up in my bed.

Our bed.

And we aren’t hiding what we have. I never knew love like this was real ... but as Ash stirs, rolling over and pulling me to him, I know this is the most real thing ever.

“Someone woke up happy,” I murmur, basking in the morning sunlight streaming through my window.

“It’s gonna be a great day.” I know what he’s talking about - the band is coming later, his mom, my friends - everyone we know and love.

I smile, running my hand over his shaft, my body warming as his hands run over my back, drawing me closer. “It can be a great morning too.”

“God, I love you,” Ash tells me, kissing me slowly. The first time we hooked up, it wasfueled with heat and that hasn’t changed. Not a bit. When Ash and I come together, it is a chance for our love to burn brighter than ever.

“Touch me,” I whimper, his fingers running over me, my body wet and willing and wanting this so, so bad. He knows. He knows me.

“You’re so ready, baby.” He moves lower, brushing his mouth across my belly as he does. Holding my knees down as he begins to lavish me with kisses, blowing warm air against me until my toes curl, a smile spreading wide across my face. I thread my fingers through his hair, and he looks up at me, our eyes meeting. The fire burns. So damn hot.

“Make me come,” I beg. He listens. His tongue running across my slit, teasing me in the most delicious way. “Oh, God, Ash.”

A shiver runs up and down my spine, a surge of desire washing over me. I come against him, and he takes everything I give. He doesn’t stop, his fingers filling me, stroking my clit until I am completely undone.

I roll on top of him, wanting him inside me, but first I need to taste him. On his back, I look down at my lover, the man who has given me a new lease on life, who loves my daughter as his own, who made me a believer in love.

Before him, I didn’t think I was the sort of woman who deserved so much goodness. But now I know how wrong I was. Everyone deserves love that is real and true.

I take Ash in my mouth, loving the way his thick cock feels against my tongue. The taste of him, the way he moans my name. I suck him the way I know he loves, slow and tender, cupping his balls and swirling my tongue over his tip, the salty pre-cum teasing me with more to come. Good. I love getting him off, love the way I can take him so fully, the way he looks at me after, as if I am the greatest thing in the world.

“Ember,” he groans as I linger, taking this excruciatingly slow. “You’re killing me, love.”

I smile, licking my lips and then speeding things up, loving the fact I can work this rock star up.

My rock star.

As I suck him harder, he runs his hands through my long, loose hair, making me feel so beautiful with every touch. He is mine and I am his and God, I wish this moment here, could last forever.

He rolls me over, his arms on either side of me. “God, you make me crazy.”

“A good crazy?” I ask.

“The best kind.”

“That could be a song lyric,” I say. “You are the best kind of crazy.”

“The only kind I need.”

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