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His gaze roamed over my face. “That’s enough, then?”

“For me—always. For the resort, we’ll see. If we decide to sell later, there’ll be a buyer. But I feel like that place just needs a good couple to run it.”

“I know a good couple.” He shifted and dragged his cock through my pussy. “And the wife is really wet right now.”

“The wife really wants her husband inside her.”

He grunted at the word wife, poised and ready. Then he pushed in, filling me completely. So damn right. Stopping, a panicked look crossed his face. “Shit. A condom.”

I dug my feet into his butt cheeks. “Do we… Do we have to?”

His gaze stroked over me. The tip of his erection was still inside me, teasing at how well he’d fill me. “Does my wife want kids?”

I wet my suddenly dry lips. I just got married. Life was coming at me fast, and I was getting greedy. I wanted it all. “Does my husband?”

I couldn’t breathe. His weight on me was a comfort. Whatever he said, we’d be ready. But this was the first decision we were making that was ours alone. There was nothing to solve. No land to save. No property to keep. Just us.

“I want whatever you want, boss. If that’s no kids or one kid or four, now or in five years, I’m all in.”

“I don’t want anything between us.” I ran my hands up and down his back. “And if a kid happens, I know you’ll be there. We’ll figure it out.”

“I’ll be there with you the whole way.” He pulled out and thrust back in. “Fuck, Sheridan. You fit me perfectly.”

“Yes.”

We moved together, perfectly in sync. Partners in bed and out.

He thrust in. “I’m going to keep you in this bed all day.” He hinged his hips backward. “Until morning.”

I rose to meet him. “Is this when I tell you that I married you for your bed?”

“Oh, boss. I’ll fill this whole damn house with beds to keep you here.” He placed a kiss on the corner of my mouth. “And tomorrow, we’ll go to the cabin, but I can keep you under me until the morning.”

“Yeah, I like that.” And this? With nothing between us, every sensation traveled to each nerve ending, coating them in delicious pleasure.

Jasper Duke was my best decision ever. Always would be.

Chapter Thirty

Sheridan

One year later…

“How was your stay?” I asked the couple checking out. Their kids ran around in shorts and sandals with life vests on.

“It was great,” their mom gushed. “I’m so happy you have a straight shot right down to the beach.”

Brimming with pride, I nodded. “My husband put that in place late last year, and we installed the dock a few months ago.” As soon as we were allowed to after the spring thaw. “It’s working out so well.”

The path had done better than ever. At first, his aunt doubted the love behind our union and wasn’t going to let us in the cabin for the next year. My father-in-law talked her down, convincing her that she needed someone to look after the place and to give us a year.

I should’ve been anxious, but I hadn’t been concerned about whether she believed our union was real. She could’ve still vetoed the deal and not signed over the cabin and property. But I was madly in love with my husband. It was legit, and between me and Jasper, we would’ve figured something out.

Apparently, after holiday gatherings, more kickball parties, Halloween trick-or-treating, and the happy news that we were expecting in January, she realized that Jasper and I were as serious about each other as the rest of his siblings and partners were about each other.

The husband reclined against the counter while I printed their receipt. “I like everything you’ve done with the place. The rock and timber accents? Who did those?”

“Again, it’s Jasper.”