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His hips start to churn. Gentle is not the order of the day apparently, but I like his rough, possessive, entitled manner when the time is right.

I want to give up being the one in charge. I want to give myself to him and let him take all my choices away.

At least sometimes.

Like. Now.

We’re both panting and making wonderful, horrible noises as the sound of wet flesh smacking against wet flesh fills the room, and we consummate our vows in a lusty, rushed but ecstasy-filled moment.

The tension breaks as we peak in unison, Chance holding himself deep as I take off, calling to the Gods and my husband in broken moans as my body cinches around his girth.

Chance covers my back with his torso, his fingertips digging into my hips, holding us bound together as we come down, finding our breath and our sight again when a pounding on the door brings us back down to earth.

“I don’t want to ever know what you are doing in there, but you should know, Natalie’s water just broke.” It’s Cyrus, his voice sounds like he doesn’t know whether to laugh or hurt someone. “So, Tor is losing his mind and all Natalie wants to do is eat, so you two love birds better get out here before he tears the fucking restaurant down.”

Chance shakes his head as his lips work the nape of my neck, then he takes charge. “Tell the staff to get the food on the table. All eight courses, as fast as they can.”

“Wait—” I start, but Chance covers my mouth.

“Just this once. Let go and have fun. There’s a baby coming, does it really matter if each course is served on your schedule? Because this baby isn’t going to care.”

I take a breath as he slips out of me, warmth streaming down the insides of my thighs as I hear him zip his fly and I call toward the door. “I’ll tell them myself. All eight courses as fast as they can.”

“Got it. Hurry the fuck up,” Cyrus says as Chance works my dress down over my ass, pulls me up and around, his fingers weaving with mine as we head toward the door.

“I have something for you,” Chance says, putting one hand flat on the door as I grab the knob.

“What?”

He reaches into his back pocket, gathering something in his hand, fingers closed, then holds his hand out to me.

“Something I’ve wanted to give you since we met.”

Butterfly wings flap all around inside me when he looks at me like that. I hope I never lose this feeling.

“What is it?” I nibble my bottom lip as I pry his strong fingers open, looking at the beige fabric in a ball with the matching strings attached, and realization spreads through me. “My bathing suit top?”

He nods. “Yes. It’s the reason we had that first night together. And I wanted to make sure that guy knew, touching what’s mine was a mistake.”

“What did you do?” I gasp, trying to remember if I’ve heard from Harold since the night he took off my bathing suit top.

“He’s okay. He just learned an expensive lesson. Moved to…” He scratches his head. “Alaska, I think?” He shrugs. “Doesn’t matter. I wanted to have this. I don’t want to ever forget that night. It changed my life.”

“I love you.” I start to tear up, and he takes the balled up fabric and dabs at my eyes.

“I love you too, baby. I have since the second I saw you. And now, you’re mine, and you’ve shown me a life I never believed I could have.”

There’s a shout from down the hall. “COME ON! She’s having a contraction!”

Chance sweeps me into his arms, marching us down the hall and into our forever.

Chapter Fourteen

Chance

Epilogue – Five Years Later

I’m out in the shop with our oldest, Max, welding the last piece of metal onto the enormous horse sculpture I’m making for a client.

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