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Yeah, I’m done talking. We’re going to bed.

“Let’s take her up,” I say.

Moving around the couch, I scoop her up, and she stirs. Opening her eyes, she sees me and quickly closes them again, relaxing her head on my shoulder.

Callum follows me up the stairs. “Is your stepmother still in Palm Beach?”

“If Anna-Katherine wants to stay here, she wants to be close,” he explains. “She’s setting up a condo.”

That’s good. Ava loves her, and I know she wants a chance to be good for her. She failed her, but we’ll see what happens now that they’re both free. I’m glad she’s not pressing to uproot Anna-Katherine. Her daughter has become quite independent, ordering her own rideshares, making friends, and getting a job. She’s starting to flourish, especially under a new doctor Macon recommended. Between my family, Callum, and Ava, we make sure she gets to every appointment.

We put her to bed and leave the room, heading to our own.

Callum closes the door behind him, and I’m already ripping off my tie as he unbuttons my shirt.

“You ready for the year?” he asks.

“Are you?” I peel off my shirt and kiss him. “Gonna piss off a lot of people.”

“I’ve pissed you off. That’s practice enough.”

“I let you piss me off,” I say over his lips. “Because it was good foreplay.”

He pushes me onto the end of the bed and unfastens my pants, sliding his mouth down my cock.

I jolt, gripping his hair as he moves up and down, his hot tongue massaging the underside until I’m fully hard.

I groan, nearly dropping my head back. “Callum, I’m not gonna last long like that.”

He keeps going, sucking me down to the hilt like he can’t get enough.

“Baby,” I gasp, “I wanna fuck.”

I can’t force myself to stop him, though. It feels so good.

He works my cock, my hand on the back of his head as he bobs up and down, and I’m about to come. “Oh, God.”

Every muscle tightens, my dick swelling, his wet mouth sending me over the edge.

Then he stops. The orgasm I’m on the crest of teeters, and I lose it as it falls back to low in my stomach.

Popping up, he tears off his shirt and pushes down his pants.

“Fucking asshole,” I breathe out.

He grins, and I grab the back of his fucking neck and pull him in.

“I want you so badly,” I tell him.

He pushes me onto my back and comes down over me. “And you better keep it coming,” he says.

Epilogue

Dallas

Four Months Later

Christmas music plays on the TV in the living room, and I strip off my clothes in the laundry room, snatching my swim shorts off the rack.