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We stop our lackadaisical dancing and embrace tightly under the night sky. I can’t wait for thousands more nights like this with her. The rest of my life if I play my cards right.

“Grant,” she whispers, fingers digging into my back.

“What, my love?”

She pulls back, looking into my eyes. “I’ve needed you all day.”

My lips part. I know what she means. More than my presence, more than my stories from the day. She needs my body. My attention.

I would never deny my woman that need.

“I’m here now,” I murmur and start a trail of kisses down from her temple to her jaw. “What can I do for you?”

She bends her neck to the side giving me more room to kiss her neck. “Take me up to our bed, Grant.”

Our bed. Just a few weeks and what was once mine is now ours. Some men committed to bachelordom might shudder at the thought. Not me. Not for one second.

“Take me to our bed and make love to me.”

I groan into her neck, sliding my hands down her back to her waist.

“Please.”

“You don’t have to beg, Harley.” I lift her into my arms, bridal style. She laughs, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I’ll do whatever you say.”

She dangles her legs back and forth, resting her head on my shoulder. “How did I get so lucky?”

“You know it’s me who should be asking you that.”

I carry her into the house, over the threshold. My heart flutters with the hope that someday, someday soon, I’ll be able to carry her into our house like this on the day of our wedding. We’ve yet to discuss the subject of marriage. But given how we’ve been failing to take one thing at a time, I wouldn’t be surprised if that comes sooner rather than later.

Ignoring all the mess of the day, I carry her up the stairs, my strength not faltering for a minute, and take her into our room. The massive king bed is perfectly made, the white comforter the perfect place for me to lay Harley down and admire her lithe form in the sheets.

“Mm, won’t you join me?” she asks, stretching her body out long.

“Of course, but first I want to admire you.”

Harley smiles, her eyelids low. Tempting me. “You like what you see?”

“Oh, Harley, you know my answer to that.”

She closes her eyes and giggles. “Love.”

I was afraid at first that she would be too young for me. But any woman, no matter their age, can act girlish. If anything, it makes me want to remember what it felt like to be a boy. After all, that’s what we are at our base parts, just a girl and a boy who have fallen deep into one another. “Yes. Love what I see.”

I unclasp my belt and throw it to the side. Then, my pants. We don’t need to hurry anymore. We can take our time. And while the thrall of tearing each other’s clothes off is satisfying, sometimes, I like to keep things simpler. Purer, almost.

Harley follows my cue and pulls her dress over her head, revealing her beautiful, braless breasts. They’ve already grown bigger in preparation for our baby.

For now, though, all we can do is enjoy them.

“God, you’re stunning,” I say.

Harley bites her lower lip and then works her panties down her legs, leaving her naked in my bed. She’s like Aphrodite being born of the bounteous sea. A work of art. Right there. All for me. “Get naked and come lie with me.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I pull off my shirt and briefs, ignoring how hard I’ve gotten, and crawl into the bed next to her.

“Hold me.”

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