Page 180 of The Overtime Kiss

It’s like neon’s flashing in my mind. Fireworks bursting in my chest. Champagne rushing through my veins.

I have never felt better, and soon I feel so much better still as my vision blurs and I cry out, then shatter into a million beautiful pieces.

Before I can even come down from this blissful high, he slides me down his body, his big hands gripping me hard. “Get on my dick,” he commands.

“Yes, sir,” I say, then position him right where I want and sink down.

And oh my fucking god. It feels so good. The way he fills me. How he fucks me. And when he grunts and moans. When he shakes and shudders.

And when he sits up, grabs my face, and hauls me close. “I fucking love you,” he says, like he’s compelled. Like he has to say it.

He punctuates it with a hard, deep thrust, and I lose my mind. Soon, I’m coming again as I ride him passionately, savoring every second, every moment.

Including the second when he tips over with a guttural groan and a long, passionateyessss.

I collapse onto him, my breasts pressed to his strong chest, our bodies aligned. He runs a hand down my back. “Like your new bed, baby?”

Which raises a good question. After we clean up and get back in bed, I roll to my side and prop my head in my hand. “So, in the immortal words ofHamilton, what comes next?”

He laughs. Probably because he knows the song too. I love that he knows it, even though it’s not pop or a kids movie. But then, maybe itisa kids musical—almost every young person I know has seen it.

“You,” he says simply.

I furrow my brow. “Me?”

He slides a hand down my side to my waist and curls it around me. “I plan on making you come again, baby. Many,manytimes.”

I swat his sturdy chest. “That’s not what I mean.”

He drops a kiss to my nose. “I know,” he says softly. Thenhe pulls back. “I guess we’ll need to hire your replacement. Stat.”

“What?” My stomach bottoms out. He said he wasn’t firing me. But…did he change his mind?

My muscles tighten, but he tugs me closer, his voice instantly reassuring. “Baby, at the start of this year, I paid you through the end of the season. Why don’t we find someone to help us out? So you’re free to grow your coaching business whenever you want to. So you’re not taking on all the parenting. So you…” He presses another kiss to my lips. “Can keep shining.” Then he draws a deep breath. “And we can keep taking care of the kids…together. As a family.”

Damn him. I swipe a finger under my eyes. They’re all wet. “I’ve always wanted to have a family.”

He props himself up higher. “That raises a good question,” he says, his tone intensely serious. “Do you want children?”

Oh. Well. We’re moving quickly, aren’t we? Faster than I’d expected. I push up too, thinking about how to answer him.

But before I do, he holds my gaze with earnest eyes and says, “I’m good with whatever your answer is. Just know that. It’s not a test.”

My heart stutters. My chest fills with warmth. Acceptance too. “I didn’t feel tested,” I say, then I pause, gathering my thoughts, wanting to be honest. I tell him the truth. “If I did want more children, I’d want to adopt.” Another pause, and I shake my head. “But I think I’m good…just like this. Fostering pets.” I sit bolt upright, my chest tightening. “Olive!”

And, because I can, I hustle downstairs naked and grab the foster kitten. A few minutes later, she curls up on Tyler’s bed and settles in.

I do the same.

EPILOGUE

THE SUNNYSIDE

Tyler

“So you’re what exactly? Partners? That word is so boring,” Luna says as she sorts through Lego pieces on the living room table after school on Monday.

Parker furrows his brow as he plucks a tawny piece and slides it on top of another, finishing off a goat. Asher gave him a farm animal sanctuary Lego set recently, and Luna’s helping him—it’s a rare moment when she likes to do the same things he does. Well, they like to make presentations, I suppose.

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