He stripped her jeans and panties off before she had a chance to respond. Whatever she was going to say morphed into a gasp of pleasure when he sank between her splayed legs. Forget teasing or drawing it out. He wanted her to come hard and fast all over his mouth, so he went after it like a man desperate to show how high they could go together. Tuned into the way her body responded—the hitch of her breath, the moment her thighs started to quiver on either side of his head—he cupped her ass and lifted it up off the bed, changing the angle until he hit right at the perfect spot, and she started begging him not to stop. She didn’t have to worry. Stopping was the last thing he was about to do, because all he wanted in the world was to make Chelle feel good.

“Nash,” she cried out as she came.

Her breathing was still erratic when he rolled on a condom, climbed up onto the bed, lifted her up, and lowered her down on his hard cock. Holding her hips, he moved her up and down as she came back to herself, her lust-hazy eyes clearing somewhat but that satisfied smile of hers staying in place.

“You wanted to watch, huh?” she asked as she leaned forward, dangling her full tits just above his mouth.

He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. Because the truth of it was that he’d always want to see her, to feel her, to be with her. This wasn’t just a good time until he won the bet and she went to court to confirm she’d met the requirements of that crazy will so she could save the foundation from her jackass uncle. This was so much more. It was everything. Chelle Finch was everything—and he’d never be able to get her out of his system. He didn’t even want to try.

The realization hit him a half second before his orgasm sucked all of the air out of his body, and the last thing he saw before pleasure forced his eyes closed was the woman he loved.

This was where he was meant to be—with her, always.

And it was the last place he’d get to be after the divorce proceedings started.

A few minutes later, Chelle was curled up on Nash’s chest, with his arms wrapped around her while they watched the snow fall outside the window in comfortable silence. Silence wasn’t normally his thing. There was usually too much he needed to say to make sure things were taken care of, that no one forgot anything, and to give someone the information they may not have even realized they needed. But with Chelle? He could lay in the bed, quiet, and know that these kind of moments with her were about as good as it could get. He could relax.