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"I'm going to fuck you just like this," he whispered, "until I feel you come so hard on my cock you take me with you."

He stopped talking and kissed me again, slanting his mouth into mine, swallowing my moans as he made another tight circle with his hips, driving a spike of pleasure straight up my spine and into my brain. I clamped my knees to his sides, hanging on for dear life, kissing him, his mouth my anchor in the rising tide of pleasure.

My nipples rubbed the sparse hair on his chest. My heels dug into his muscled legs. My fingers gripped his shoulders as if I could keep myself from falling. Without the distraction of thrusting, touching, fucking him back, I could feel every tiny change in position. His hips circled one last time, and my clit exploded.

Pinned beneath Vance, all I could do was kiss him harder, feeding from his mouth, giving him every gasp and cry.

I could feel the muscles in my pussy tighten on his cock in hard, sucking pulses, dragging him with me into bliss, just as he'd wanted. His own groans melded with mine, his breath short as he filled me. I was still shaking when he rolled to his back, taking me with him, my limp body draped over his as he reached out to pull the quilt over our bodies.

His hand stroked through my hair, tugging gently at the strands in a way he knew was guaranteed to lull me to sleep.

"Are we taking a nap?" I asked, drowsy and replete.

"Just for a while. I want to lie here with you like this."

"Mmm," I agreed. I could stay here forever, skin to skin with Vance, his cock still inside me, his hands stroking me with reverent love. "I love you," I murmured.

"My Sugar Magnolia," Vance said. I gave a laughing growl at the hated nickname. He tugged a lock of hair and said, "You taste so sweet, I can't call you anything else."

"Mmm." I wasn't going to argue about it while he was playing with my hair and I was half-asleep. Secretly, I kind of liked the way he called me 'Sugar'. But don't tell Vance that.

"I love you too," he whispered against the top of my head. “And I’m going to spend the rest of our lives showing you exactly how much.”

I pressed a kiss to the hollow of his throat and drifted into sleep, my heart full of Vance.

EPILOGUE: PART TWO

VANCE

What the fuck was Charlie thinking? I stood on the sidewalk, looking at her on the front porch of a dilapidated house in the Highlands, and I shook my head.

"What did you just say?" I asked, sure I must have misheard her announcement.

"I bought it. It's mine," Charlie said, her chin set to stubborn. Shit. I knew that look.

"Bought it for what? Kindling?"

"Vance!" Magnolia shoved her elbow into my side. "It's pretty."

"It's completely structurally sound," Charlie said. She looked down at the dip in the wood of the front porch, only feet from where she stood. "Mostly. It's mostly sound. The foundation is fine."

"And the roof?" I asked, looking up at the ragged shingles. Charlie followed my gaze and frowned.

"The roof needs some work," she admitted. "Come inside and look around."

"I'm not bringing my daughter in there. She'll sneeze, and the whole place will fall down on our heads."

"Vance, it's fine. I had it inspected. It's perfectly safe."

To prove her point, she opened the front door and disappeared inside. Magnolia, the traitor, followed her, saying, "Come on, Vance."

I went after them, Rosie strapped to my chest in her baby carrier. At the first sign the place was unstable, we were out of there. I crossed the sagging porch with a light step, hearing Magnolia say, "I can't believe you didn't tell me you put in an offer, you sneak."

"I didn't want to get my hopes up since I was the backup contract. But the original buyers found out about the plumbing and pulled out."

"What about the plumbing?" I asked.

"It needs a lot of work," Charlie admitted, sending Magnolia a look I assumed was meant to express how annoying I was.