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“For being you. For being compassionate, understanding, and so damn resourceful. And most of all, thank you for thinking I’m worth loving.”
Her breath catches as she raises on her tiptoes and presses her mouth to mine. Our kiss is tender and passionate, just like our love.
She trails her fingertips all over my arms and shoulders, then laces her hands at my nape. “You’re not only worth loving. You’re worth everything.”
Our lips fuse again while visions of all the ways I want to love her for the rest of my life dance through my mind.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” Her smile turns devilish. “Did you save some of the pie filling like I asked?”
My hands slip to her ass, and I arch a brow. “I did. Are you going to tell me why?”
“Has the plan changed for tonight?”
“Nope. We’re staying at your house tonight. Caroline insists we take a night to ourselves.”
“Good. So bring the pie filling and see what happens.”
“Tiger, are you teasing me with pie?”
“Well, it’s the least I can do for all the times you’ve teased me with your cake.”
She winks and pulls away, but I hold her close, refusing to let her escape.
“Tell me what you’re planning with the filling.”
“Make me.”
She’s either planning to paint her body or mine with the cannoli cream filling. My money is on her frosting my ass or cock with it. Either way, it’s going to be a hell of a night.
You might even say it’ll be pretty damnsweet.
Sorry about the terrible pun. What else did you expect?
“If you don’t tell me what you’re planning with the filling, then I’m slipping that plug inside you when we get to your house and spanking your ass until you can’t sit down tomorrow.”
“Promise?”
Hell yes, I do.
“Last chance to tell me to avoid a punishment.”
Her eyes narrow, and she brings her mouth to my ear. In a feathery wisp, she purrs, “Don’t threaten me with a good time, sir.”
After flashing a sexy wink, she slinks from my grasp and sashays out of the room to join my mother and my sister. Smirking, I follow her and take a seat at the table.
For the first time, I share a meal with the three most important people in my life in the house where I was raised. The house where I learned to crawl, talk, and walk. It’s where I learned to grieve and learned to hope.
And where I learned to forgive.
Looking at the smiling faces of my mother, my sister, and Mia, I realize it’s also where I learned to love.
And with a little hope, Mia and I will teach our kids the same lessons in this same house.
Most of all… we’ll teach them to love.
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