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I once sat on a plane after making the most life-altering decision of my life and wondered how it was possible to leave a place you were so familiar with.

Well, it turns out, I figured out the answer after all this time.

Howdoyou leave a place you’re so familiar with?

Youstay.

Epilogue

A Few Years Into the Future

“For Amelia Ellis—My wife, my partner, my forever. This book was always going to be dedicated to you. Thank you for giving me our beautiful family and the life we live together.” —Dedication from Henry Hayes’ Eighth Novel

“Spreadyourlegsforme, Mills,” I say, and my beautiful wife listens to me so well. “That’s it. Let me see all of you, baby.”

“Henry, please,” she begs beneath me.

“God, I love it when you look at me like that,” I tell her as I lower my head to her center.

“Like what?”

“Like you want me. Like I’m the only guy in the world who can give you what you need.”

“Because you are, Henry,” she reminds me as I finally get a taste of her. “Now, please, get up here,” she says as she pulls me up to her mouth.

“Someone’s needy for me.” I smile against her lips, and in one, swift thrust, I’m inside her, the two of us moaning against each other's lips.

Amelia and I are at a resort in Turks and Caicos for our vacation this year, and this place is beautiful. Our days have been filled with trips to the beach, delicious meals at local restaurants, and so much sun, we aren't even thinking about going back to the cold that waits for us in Virginia.

Most of our nights are filled with us getting lost in one another's bodies. After a few years of Amelia being my wife, I can’t imagine not being as infatuated with her as I am now and forever will be.

Her legs wrap around my back, pulling me deeper inside her as her back arches, my dick hitting her favorite fucking spot.

God, I love seeing her like this. I love making my beautiful, enchanting wife moan and groan until I give her what she needs from me.

“Amelia Hayes, you look like a fucking dream when your eyes roll to the back of your head.”

“Faster, please,” she groans as I hoist her legs onto my shoulders, pumping in and out of her. I know she loves it when I make that necklace bounce between her breasts. She’s so close, I can feel her clenching around me, but I don’t give in just yet. I want to drive her as crazy as she makes me feel.

“On second thought, I want to take my time,” I say as I lower her legs, pulling out as I kiss her on the lips, then the jaw, then her cheek, then slowly down her body. I take one of her nipples into my mouth, biting on it ever so slightly so her back arches again, the light touches to her skin driving herinsane.

She’s been on a different level lately, and I don't think the two of us have ever had sex as much as we have in the past few months. My wife has been insatiable, and I’m loving every second of it.

“Henry…” she whispers to me.

“Let me savor you, Mills,” I whisper against her soft skin. I kiss her chest, her belly button, her hip bone, down her legs, and eventually, when I’m worshipping her at her feet, I flip her over, wanting to cover every inch of her beautiful body with my lips.

“I swear if you don’t—”

“What was that?” I say as I wet my dick with her pussy and slide back home. God, she feels so fucking good every single time. “Were you saying something, baby?”

“Please keep going, Hen.”

I give her what she needs, and as she unravels around my cock, I can’t help but spill inside her at the same time, chanting one another's names until we come down, the only sound the waves crashing outside of our room and our panting breaths.

“I love you, Mills.”

She flips around and slips her tongue in my mouth. “I love you too, Hen.”

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