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“No.” He moved up her body and brought her thigh with him, holding it to his side, which tilted her hips up, giving him complete access.

One second he was looking up at her from between her legs, his chin rested on her lower belly, and now he was hovering above her; her legs were akimbo, and she could feel his mushroom head pressing against the opening of her sex.

Her eyes doubled, maybe even tripled.

“Whoa,” she breathed. “How did you?—”

Her question was cut off when he pressed the dome of his swollen head past her tight barrier, not the entire mushroom, literally just the tip.

His eyes sparked with challenge as his voice got deeper than it ever had been. Keeping his lower body perfectly still so he wasn’t feeding her any more of himself, he leaned down and rasped against her ear, “Ithink we should talk about it like this.”

“Oh.” Her response came out half-quiver, half-whimper.

She had to give it to Caleb; he did know how to capture an audience, and she was all ears.

“I’ve heard that people tell the truth during sex.” He pressed in just a tiny bit further, and she felt her body clamp down around him. Her walls were spasming, wanting more. “And isn’t this a lot more fun than getting hooked up to a lie detector?”

She didn’t know if it was rhetorical or not, but she nodded just in case.

Caleb didn’t rush; it was the opposite, in fact. His movements became even slower. He took his time—not for his own pleasure, although she could feel him pulsing inside of her.

When he pushed in just a millimeter more, she gripped his arms as her back arched, and she stopped herself from begging for more of him. “Is this some sort of tantric Just the Tip truth game?”

“Yes.” He grinned as he brushed a hair off her forehead. “Do you want more kids?”

It wasn’t until Caleb asked her that she’d ever given it any thought, but now that she had, she realized she did want more kids. She nodded, wondering if she should have deferred to him first. It’s not as if it was a deal-breaker for her if he didn’t. She was fine with not, or at least she thought she was.

The relief that washed over his face when she indicated she did want more kids was quickly replaced by another emotion. This one looked a lot more fun than relief. This one looked like the sort of look that would lead to making a baby.

He rested his forehead against hers, and she gripped his forearms. Within seconds of her fingers wrapping around his bicep, he drove into her with a force that had her seeing stars. His generous girth stretched her body to its limit, and the line between pleasure and pain blurred, only for a split second before any traces of pain evaporated and were absorbed by pleasure. The world beyond the bed ceased to exist. The universe was reduced to the weight of his body on top of her and the sensation of him filling her completely.

Caleb set a rhythmic pace in and out of her, but she could sense he was holding back. He was keeping a close eye on her, like he always did. He watched her face, his expression hungry and gentle all at once, as if memorizing every nuance of her response. Sometimes she felt like he could read her mind and/or anticipate her every mood and/or need, and other times she felt that she was a mystery to him that he was obsessed with solving.

As he continued driving in and out of her, the pressure of pleasure increased and was overwhelming, the build-up intense. She was doing her best to match his energy so they were both working toward the same goal of exploding in a shattering release that would leave them panting and sweaty but satisfied.

Her inner walls tightened around his shaft, and she could feel her second orgasm approaching. He must have felt it, too. He leaned down and captured her mouth in a soul-claiming kiss at the exact second she came completely undone. Her body shook, her muscles clenched, milking his release. A groan ripped from his chest as he pushed inside of her one last time, filling her completely. She felt his entire body tense as flashes of stars exploded behind her eyes.

In the aftermath, Caleb rolled onto his side, pulling her with him. He held her close; she could feel his heart pounding beneath her palm, which was resting on his chest. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, then whispered, "I love you."

She lifted her eyes to meet his, her eyes soft but her voice cautious. "You don't have to say that."

He shook his head, his gaze never leaving hers. "I do, Taylor. I have to say it because it's true. Because if I keep it in, I'll fucking explode." He brushed a thumb over her cheek, his touch tender. "Or implode. Whatever happens when you hold in something that…powerful. I love you. I’ve been in love with you for…I don’t know, probably since we met twelve years ago, but I haven’t wanted to freak you out.”

She couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face as she stopped herself from laughing.

“What?” His brow furrowed in genuine confusion. “What’s funny?”

“We’re married. We have an almost twelve-year-old son. We live together, but you thought telling me you’re in love with me would freak me out?”

He stared her straight in the eye. “Yeah. I did.”

She grinned. “Okay, fair point.”

He smiled back as his thumb ran along her jaw. “So are you? Freaked out?”

“No, I’m not. And since we’re sharing things,” she took in a deep breath and then exhaled. “I love you, too.”

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