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“I’d like to kiss you, now, if that’s okay.”

My throat swells. “Here?”

He nods.

“Okay.”

It’s almost a shock when his lips press against mine. I close my eyes automatically, but when I open them, I find his open too. Blue, and placid, they’re level and intent, glassy with passion. I try to pull back, aware that people surround us. Mason’s hands slide around to cradle my head as he pulls me close.

His tongue flicks between my lips and my body ignites in response. I reach up to tangle my hands in his hair, melting as his teeth grate against my swollen lips. When at last, we finally pull apart, I sway, knees buckling, eyes brimming with tears.

I have never been happier and more in love.

Epilogue

Mason’s fingertips drag across my skin, lingering in my cleavage before he flicks his thumb across my nipples, already taut with anticipation. A lazy smile curls the edges of my mouth. “I thought you’d be too tired after last night,” I say, teasing.

We spent the evening christening every room in our new penthouse apartment. Making love amid the boxes of our collective unpacked things. The King-size bed isn’t even put together—we’re stretched out on the mattress, staring up at the skylight that is bright with early morning sun.

At least I’m admiring the view.

Mason closes his mouth over my nipples and tugs gently with his teeth.

I purr with yearning. “Mason, stop, we have a busy day ahead of us,” I say, running my hand through his hair. He rests his head on my chest and grins at me, which causes an instant tingle between my thighs.

“You don’t want to be late for your meeting,” he says. His hand slides between my legs and pushes my hands apart. Quickly, his thumb finds the tight nub of my throbbing clit. I am powerless under his touch.

But I’m distracted, worrying a little about the meeting with his partners.

Lucas and Holden have requested a meeting, which I’m sure is yet another opportunity for them to berate me for Mason’s “withdrawal” from the company. He’s still one-third owner, but since our engagement, he’s delegated more of his share of the work to other employees. Relinquishing control hasn’t been easy—which is why I don’t mind he retains some in the bedroom.

Gently he rolls me on to my stomach and caresses my butt, still sore from yesterday’s “punishment” for not packing the coffee pot in an easily marked box. My cheeks flush at the memory of Mason bending me over counter of the breakfast nook, and paddling me with a wooden spoon.

He kisses the tender flesh now, moving his mouth expertly across my skin. I spread my legs, inviting his touch. Mason draws delicious circles around each cheek before smacking my ass with a resounding thwack.

But lately his paddles are more love taps than anything.

“For what am I being punished for this morning, Mr. Wood?”

His response is a low growl. “For being incredibly sexy.”

My stomach flutters. “I had no idea that was a sin.”

He spanks me again, harder, a reminder that I haven’t been given permission to speak. I take the punishment without complaint, because I know I could stop it any time—if I wanted. I don’t.

I can feel the tremble in Mason’s hands when he touches me. Feel the desperation—the passion—in each flick of his wrist. He may appear to have control, but beneath his rough exterior, I am the one in power. Knowing that is enough.

My pussy is slick with anticipation, and I savor each swipe of his hand, knowing that soon, he will reward my patience with the delicious expertise of his tongue. He leans in and leaves a trail of kisses across my skin.

When his mouth moves up my spine and nestles behind my ear, I know that my punishment is over, and I welcome the oncoming pleasure. He nibbles on the back of my ear. “You are so incredibly hot.”

A shiver rolls down my spine.

I’m still not used to his blatant compliments, or the smoldering looks he gives whenever I walk into the room. His hands are always on me, possessive. As though he’s afraid I might leave.

I’m not going anywhere.

My eyes flit to the giant diamond on my finger and it almost takes away my breath. I am marrying Mason Wood—and it’s the most incredible feeling in the world.