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Chapters (40)
  1. Dedication
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Chapter Sixteen
  18. Chapter Seventeen
  19. Chapter Eighteen
  20. Chapter Nineteen
  21. Chapter Twenty
  22. Chapter Twenty-One
  23. Chapter Twenty-Two
  24. Chapter Twenty-Three
  25. Chapter Twenty-Four
  26. Chapter Twenty-Five
  27. Chapter Twenty-Six
  28. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  29. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  30. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  31. Chapter Thirty
  32. Chapter Thirty-One
  33. Chapter Thirty-Two
  34. Chapter Thirty-Three
  35. Chapter Thirty-Four
  36. Chapter Thirty-Five
  37. Epilogue One
  38. Epilogue Two
  39. Books By Natasha Madison
  40. Acknowledgments

“I love you,” I say right before he sits on the bed with me straddling him. My hand goes to his face. “I’ve told you I love you so many times in my head.” My finger traces his lips. “When you would walk away and I would say bye, I would whisper under my breath that I love you.” I lean down and kiss him just a bit. “When you would make me laugh and hug me, there were so many times it almost came out of me.”

“Every time I used to say I’ll see you later,” he says, “it was me saying I love you.” I push him down onto his back and place my mouth on his, but he flips me on my back. “I promise you round two will be better.” I laugh and then his hand pulls up my shirt. I automatically cover myself up, and his eyes fly to mine.

“I have stretch marks,” I say, “from when I was pregnant.”

“You don’t ever hide from me. Not now, not ever.” He moves my hands away from my chest, bending down and taking a nipple into his mouth, and my back arches up.

“You,” he says, his voice going low. “You are my kryptonite.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Beau

She loves me. It’s the only thing that is going through my head right now. She loves me, and she’s here with me, and I’m going to make her mine. I’m going to make sure that every single time she moves tomorrow, she will feel me over her.

“I hope you’re ready,” I say, not sure if I’m telling myself or her or maybe both of us. “Because once we start, I’m not stopping.” I take her shirt off, going to roll her nipples, and her back arches up. “I’ve waited forever.” Kissing her between her breasts, I feel her heart pounding under my lips, and I’m happy that I’m not the only one who is going through all this. I trail my tongue down her trim stomach, my hands pulling down her shorts and taking her panties with them.

“Fuck,” I hiss out when I see her trimmed landing strip. I don’t even think twice before my mouth devours her pussy. I lick all the way up, tasting her on my tongue and making me want more and more. Her hand goes into my hair, and I hear her moan. My tongue slides inside her at the same time my thumbs open her lips up, and I see her clit ready for me. “Fuck,” I say, using one of my thumbs to rub in a circle, my tongue missing her taste. I take her clit into my mouth as my finger enters her. “Wet,” I say between sucking.