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She kisses me back even though she just told me she can't continue what we have. I start to remove our clothes, not caring that anyone could walk in on us right now. No one would, anyway.
“Rafael, we can't. I…I can't,” she protests in between kisses when I'm close to getting her fully naked.
I break the kiss. “Ivy, I didn't tell you this before because I didn't want to scare you away. Now that I can see our hearts heading the same way, I might as well have.”
She stares at me eagerly, waiting for my next words.
“I love you.”
She starts to cry again.
“Damn it, woman, will you stop crying?”
She laughs at my words, holding onto me like a lifeline. “These are tears of joy, I promise.”
I draw her closer. “How about we make you scream in joy in the next ten minutes, too?” I ask, nibbling her earlobes.
She laughs before she pulls away so our eyes meet. “Five minutes or no deal.”
“Done,” I whisper against her mouth, then pick her up and throw her over my shoulder.
She squeals as I walk us to my room while removing the last of her clothes. She's naked by the time we get to the room. I gently place her on the bed and proceed to remove my clothes, too. When I'm finally settling between her legs, I've never felt more fulfilled.
“I love you, Ivy,” I whisper.
“I love you too, Rafael DeMontez.”
I push into her and then spend the next five minutes showing her just how much I love her and want to keep loving her.
Never in a million years did I think I'd find a love this beautiful until her.
Epilogue
Three years later
Ivy
“Rafael, we’re going to be late!” I giggle through the mass of clothes I just jumped under, trying to hide from my husband’s prying hands.
Today's Tara's graduation. She's finally getting a diploma, and I couldn't be more proud of her. I'm also very grateful to the man who helped me realize my sister's dream. But sometimes, he can be a lot to handle, correction, most times.
“You're the one who started it; you made me horny, and now you're running away from the mess you started.”
He's not lying about that. I may have woken up early, got under the covers, popped his dick into my mouth, sucked him until he was close to coming, and then stopped under the pretense of needing a shower.
In my defense, I just wanted to mess with him. Okay, maybe I didn't just want to mess with him. Maybe I want him to chase me around the room like he is right now because he can't get enough of me.
I'm eight months and two weeks pregnant; my baby will be here soon, but I still can't get enough of Rafael. I don't think I ever will.
“You wanted this; just admit it,” he says when he finally catches me and carefully pins me down.
He's been careful with me since I got pregnant. Way too careful, if I'm honest, which is why I'm constantly provoking him into having sex with me.
“I'm not admitting to anything.”
“Fine, I'll leave you alone then.”
I grab him by the hair before he can escape.
