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I pumped into her slowly, filling her completely before pulling right back out.

She was so slick and wet that I could hear the way my cock pumped into her. The juicy slurping noises that were driving me wild.

“I love you, too,” I said. “With my whole heart and soul. There’s not a single thing about you that I don’t love.”

Her hands went into my hair and she held my face to her throat as she came.

The delicious tightening around me was enough to set me off.

I came, slow and steady, pulsing inside of her.

Then I slept.

For hours.

And didn’t wake up until mid-afternoon when Charleigh came into the room and said, “Hey, were you supposed to sign some papers today?”

I blinked open my eyes. “Yes.”

“Beau and his mom are here.” She snickered.

I got up and signed some papers with Charleigh, and all of a sudden we were three hundred million richer.

Chris was dead.

Seraphina was dead.

Life was officially good.

Epilogue

Heavy on the “I actually like my spouse” kind of marriage.

—Charleigh’s secret thoughts

Charleigh

Eight years later

“And then the teacher asked me what my favorite season was.”

I looked at my son in the rearview mirror and said, “What did you tell her?”

“Garlic salt,” he said. “Though I told her it was a tie with Tony Chachere’s seasoning.”

He said Chachere like “shasharra” and I couldn’t help the small snicker that escaped.

“Just like your daddy, you know that?” I asked.

He smiled, and that was another thing that was just like his father.

The kid’s smile was devastating at four and a half years old.

Give him ten more years, and he’d be a heartbreak waiting to happen.

“I learned something from him today when we went out to get more firewood.”

I couldn’t wait to hear this…