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He was talking about the boxes.

Of course he’d bring those up now.

He took care of me.

“Babies—” he started.

“When we’re ready I want that,” I cut in, perhaps too eagerly.

Easton’s smile refuted that thought. Not too eager.

“Now, about Greece…” He let that hang.

So I gave it to him straight.

“Greece is still on the table with a slightly modified plan. Instead of a cute one-bedroom cottage, I want a house big enough for a family. I want a place for us to take our family and disconnect from the outside world. When we’re not using it, the rest of the family can. It’ll be a family retreat for us and our extended family.”

“Not sure those broke dicks can pony up to help pay for a seaside retreat.”

He was full of shit. I knew from personal experience what Zane paid. It was more than generous and not a single person on the team was broke. If I had to guess they were wealthy.

“Then it’s a good thing I’m loaded.”

“Yeah, baby, good thing.”

Easton stepped back, tagged my hand, and started pulling me out of the kitchen.

“Where are we going?”

“You love me?”

“Yes.”

“Then we’re celebrating. And as hot as fucking you on the kitchen counter is, and you riding me on the couch is on my top-ten spots to watch you fuck me, neither of those places say celebration. I want a bed, our bed, the place where I hold you when you go to sleep and wake up next to you, to be the first place you tell me you love me while I’m inside of you. After dinner, you can fuck me on the couch and scream it. Tomorrow, maybe the kitchen, though likely it’ll be the shower; the way your breath hitches when I bang you against the wall drives me crazy. I reckon hearing that hitch and you telling me you love me will make me lose my mind.”

Easton losing his mind meant good things for me.

“I love you,” I told him.

Easton quickened his pace.

“Quiet.”

“I love you.”

We were in the middle of the living room when he abruptly stopped.

“I love you.”

That did it.

With a growl that sent excitement drenching my panties, Easton spun me to face him.

His hands went to my cheeks. He yanked me forward. My hands went to his chest to stop my fall and in all that Easton had given me, he gave me better.

“I fucking love you.”

His lips hit mine and he sealed his words with the best kiss of my life.

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