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She wore thigh-high stockings, white high heels, and a matching white lace bra and panties. But nothing was sexier than the sight of her naked, even though I had to go back several weeks to remember exactly what she looked like.
Right now, though, that sexy woman was climbing onto the bed in the hottest getup I’d ever seen. My plan had been to undress her, but I followed her orders exactly, shrugging off my jacket, pants, shoes, and socks. The button-down shirt took far too long. I had to resist the urge to rip off all the buttons. I’d borrowed it from my buddy Wes, the only guy I knew my size who owned a dress shirt.
By the time I approached the bed, I wore only my underwear. Before I could make another move, though, she held up a hand to stop me.
"Underwear too.”
I couldn’t help but smile, but I followed her directions. When I straightened again, I found her eyes were fixed on my erection. Now that my underwear was off, nothing was stopping me from climbing on top of her.
I didn’t, though. Instead, I crawled onto the bed, moving between her legs. This was all about her.
She was all too happy to let me explore. I kissed her thigh, moving toward those sexy lace panties. As her sighs filled the room, I rose up to look at her. I wanted to see what I was doing to her.
My cock throbbed as I nudged the scrap of fabric aside and slid a finger inside her. She arched her back, clutching fistfuls of the comforter. When I touched my tongue to her clit, she cried out. I didn’t stop, though, keeping my finger in place as I flicked my tongue rhythmically over her swollen bud. In seconds, she was crying out, her pussy tightening around my finger and releasing.
"I love you," I said when finally, I rose above her.
"I love you more," she said.
Her eyelids were heavy, her smile weak. She was still basking in the afterglow of her orgasm. But my goal was to make her come again.
She worked on removing her panties and shoes as I kissed her. We barely broke the kiss, somehow managing to reposition ourselves. This time, when I entered her, we didn’t use protection. A surprise honeymoon pregnancy would be a dream come true for both of us.
This time was different in one other major way too. As I moved inside her, I broke the kiss and our eyes met. There was a connection like nothing I’d ever felt before. Two souls coming together.
When she came, my orgasm joined hers. In that moment, I knew without a doubt this was the woman I was born to be with.
EPILOGUE
PIPER
It was the happiest day of my life—professionally, anyway. So it made total sense that it would end with Grayson walking up to the food truck, our two-year-old perched on his hip.
Olivia’s little head of red hair was a mess. Her dad had probably brushed it, but he didn’t know the tricks Mommy used to detangle it. I’d had the same unruly hair all my life. I knew how to get it under control.
“Cupcake!” Olivia said, pointing.
Yes, there were cupcakes behind me on a spindle. We’d be covering them to keep them fresh so we could bring them back out tomorrow when this festival at the town’s newest park continued.
“Yes, it’s a cupcake,” my husband said, exchanging a smile with me.
We both knew Olivia wasn’t identifying what she saw behind me. She was requesting a cupcake. Demanding it, actually.
“How about I bring some home for us?” I asked Olivia. She shook her head and pointed. “We’re going to dinner, remember?”
I looked over at my friend Layna, who’d started up this cupcake bakery business with me. She’d moved here for other reasons, but going into business together was the best thing we’d ever done.
“Go ahead,” Layna said. “I’ll close everything up here.”
Layna and her roommate, Scarlett, had lived next door to Tinley and me in the college dorm. We’d moved to side-by-side apartments sophomore year, and that was where we’d stayed even after graduation. We were all planning a move to a bigger city, but nothing could beat life in Blackbear Bluff. As it turned out, once you came here, you didn’t leave.
“Thanks,” I said.
I removed my apron and ran a hand over my belly as I grabbed my purse. It was an action that was almost automatic these days. Even though it was only three months into my pregnancy, that one move made me feel connected with the newest addition to our family.
Grayson set Olivia on the ground so he could help me down the food truck’s steps. I was fine. There was a railing, after all. But he was especially overprotective during my pregnancies. It was one of the many things I loved about him.
Enjoying her new freedom, Olivia started toward the car. She moved fast, though. Grayson and I exchanged a quick glance before he took off after her.
“Wait!” Grayson called out. “We have to get our cupcakes.”
That didn’t stop Olivia. Luckily, Grayson had a long stride. I smiled as I waited at the window for Layna to package up our cupcakes.
“That husband of yours is definitely a good one,” she said.
But she didn’t have to tell me that. My friends would probably argue they had the best husbands, but as I rushed after my own family, cupcake box in hand, I couldn’t help but feel like I was the luckiest woman alive.
