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"You won't."

Her eyes are full of trust in me, and it humbles me. She knows I'll protect her no matter what. So I pick up my pace, plunging in and out of her with a desperation that we both feel. The sounds and smells of sex fill the room, and I finally let myself go.

I lower my head to kiss her, and she gives herself to me fully. Our kiss is as heated as our fucking and my body itches to fill her with my cum. I need her to let go as well so I reach down between us and start teasing her clit.

The added stimulation is welcome, and I'm sure she would cry out if my mouth weren't devouring hers at this moment. That's when I feel her pussy clamp around me over and over again and I swallow her moan as she comes beneath me.

I ride out her orgasm, feeling her unravel below me. I pull out of our kiss and watch her with her eyes almost closed in bliss. I place my forehead against hers as I allow myself to reach for my own release. It doesn't take long because I can still feel her tight channel squeezing me.

Then I'm filling her with cum and wondering if I've gotten her pregnant. A rush goes through me at the thought of Erika, big with our child inside her. Once she's squeezed out every last drop out of me, I fight the urge to collapse on top of her.

I flop down beside her and pull her into my arms as if she's the most valuable treasure on this earth. Which she is.

"Fletcher, that was amazing."

"You are the one who is amazing, sweetheart."

"Now I might never want to leave this place."

"You don't have to if you don't want to."

"I do need to get more stuff from my house soon."

"I'll take you tomorrow."

At this moment, I'm the happiest man in the world, and I want to give this petite, curvy woman everything she wants or needs.

Chapter 8

Erika

Being with Fletcher was one of the most amazing experiences of my life. I keep trying to say those three words that I'm sure he'd love to hear, but I can't seem to get them out. I don't know what's keeping me from saying them.

I already knew I loved him when I came looking for him up on the mountain here at Hunter's Peak. But being the recipient of his full attention has been an eye-opening surprise. He goes out of his way to do things for me and make sure I'm happy.

I've never had someone take care of me as well as he does, and it just seems to come naturally for him. Now he's willing to take me to work every day. I feel that's too much, but my car isn't back from the mechanic just yet.

Today we're going down the mountain to my house so I can pick up some clothes and make sure everything is in order. I managed to convince him to give me a few of his new pieces to sell in the gallery, and I'm ecstatic.

When we get to my house, I'm shocked to realize I haven't missed the place one bit. Well, except for my studio, but maybe that part of me is supposed to stay in the past—with all the crushed dreams and aspirations.

I open the door, and Fletcher follows me around until we reach my bedroom.

"This is a nice place you have here."

"Thanks. It's become sort of a refuge, you know."

I start throwing things into a bag as Fletcher looks around. I wonder what impression he's getting. I'm a bit messy, and there's the whole locked studio thing. I hesitate and then look at him.

"How much stuff do you think I need?"

"Depends on how long you want to stay. If it were up to me, you'd be moving in."

A thrill goes through me at his words, but even I know it's too soon to be making such a commitment.

"Will you give me a minute?"

"Sure thing."

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