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I grunted. “Fuck.”

Her nails curled against my skin. “Make love to me, Clinton Clarke.”

My forehead fell against hers. “Don’t mind if I do, Raelynn Cleaver.”

My hips rolled. Her body bucked. I lost myself in the swirling expanse of her eyes and the massaging of her wet walls. I breathed the air she afforded me and pinned her wrists above her head. Her tits jumped against me, reminding me of her growing beauty, of every curve and divot I was determined to memorize every night she let me. Her legs locked around me, welcoming me home from a long day looking at colorful creations for my next novel.

“Rae, shit.”

“Clint, oh fuck. I’m so close.”

“Just a bit longer. I just--yeah. Like that. Oh, shit. Oh, shit.”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

I pounded into her, going faster as my gut coiled tight. Rae’s hands slipped from underneath mine and wrapped tightly around my neck. I buried my face into the crook of her neck, fisting the sheets as the sounds of skin slapping skin filled our bedroom. A place that held so many memories, just like this one.

I couldn't wait to make new memories in our new home.

“I’m coming! Clint!”

I growled. “Close. I’m close. Just one--more--”

With one last thrust, I felt my dick twitch, growing as my balls pulled up into my body. I sank my teeth against her neck as her nails raked down my back. Her legs fell weakly against the mattress as she quivered beneath me, her walls squeezing me tight. I growled like a wild animal, rutting against her, filling her until she pushed me out.

Then I collapsed against her, feeling her heart beating rapidly against my own.

“I love you,” I murmured.

She sighed with content as our intermingled juices trickled from between her legs.

“I love you, too. So much,” she whispered.

I nuzzled her shoulder. “You ready for the big day?”

She held me close. “More than ever. You?”

I nodded. “I’m ready for this transition phase to be over.”

“Yeah, the boxes are becoming a bit much.”

“Since when did we accumulate so much stuff?”

She snickered. “Well, we have lived in this place for going on six years now.”

I paused. “Has it really been six years?”

“It really has.”

I slid off to the side. “Wow.”

She turned, cuddling close to me. “Yeah. I can’t believe it either, sometimes.”

“Oh, is your mother still coming to help us move?”

“As far as I know. I mean, she hasn’t canceled or anything. What about Cecilia?”

He nodded. “Apparently, she’s coming with help, too.”


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