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Seconds drag by in a euphoric dreamlike state as our orgasms flow through our veins. If I could stay in this moment forever, I would.

But the orgasm eventually fades and my legs start to cramp up. Jack puts me back on my feet and reluctantly pulls his cock out of me.

“You’re incredible,” I tell him as my pussy glows with a satisfied heat.

We’re both trying to catch our breaths as I look down between us and see his giant cock dripping wet. He’s covered in my cream and his cum. It’s a beautiful sight. I have the urge to lick it off him, but something tells me we’d better not linger in this storage closet for much longer.

“We’re incredible together,” he whispers as I tuck my breasts back into my dress. “Don’t go.”

“Jack…”

“I want you to stay. I need to be with you. I’ll go with you if you must return to Atlanta. I’ll sell my business and my homes and follow you back.”

“You’d do that?” I ask, shocked. “For me?”

He nods and the serious look in his eyes tells me that he’s not messing around. I have no doubt that if I got on that plane, he’d be sitting in the seat next to me, waiting with a bag of peanuts.

“Let’s talk later,” I say when I hear someone walking by outside. “We should get back to the table.”

We get dressed in a hurry and casually stroll back to the table like we’re completely innocent when we’re anything but.

The rest of the dinner goes great. Jack wins everyone over except for Susan who is still convinced that he’s going to show up on the FBI’s Most Wanted list any day now. He pays the bill and we say goodbye to the group.

I giggle when I see Devon give Jack his phone number, telling him to call him any time. Like that’s ever going to happen.

“Are you okay?” Kyle whispers when I say goodbye to him.

“More than okay,” I whisper back to him with a grin.

He smiles, knowing that if it’s coming from me, this must be the real thing.

“I’m happy for you,” he says. “Just let me come visit when you’re living in Hawaii.”

“We’ll see,” I tell him with a smirk.

Jack takes my hand and we stroll down the beach. It’s dark out now and with all the wine and food in me, I feel wonderful with the breeze in my hair and this unexpected man by my side.

“So,” I say when the unsaid words between us get so heavy that they must be addressed. We both know our time is coming to an end and we don’t seem to be on the same page. “I said we could finish our talk later.”

“I’ll do the talking,” he says as he stops and takes both my hands. “Just listen. Please.”

“Okay…”

His hotness always shakes me. Standing here, staring up at him, fuck… Those intense eyes, that hard jaw, the way his jacket is drifting open… I wish I had a picture of him in this moment. I’d stare at it in my little cubicle whenever work was a pain in the ass, and dream I was back here.

I can’t believe I have to leave tomorrow.

My flight is in the morning.

This is our last night together.

I’ve put it out of my mind, but now, there’s no escaping it. A flood of emotions takes me over and I can’t help but cry.

“You’re crying…” he whispers.

His face twists up like it’s breaking his heart to see me like this and that just makes another sob come out.

“You don’t have to cry,” he says softly. “Because you don’t have to go.”

“Jack…” I say, dropping my eyes. “You say that now, but what about in two weeks when you’re sick of me and I have to go back to Atlanta with my tail between my legs, having lost everything I’ve worked so hard to build?”

“I’ll never get sick of you,” he says with a fierceness that surprises me. “Ever. That’s an impossibility, my love. We’re soul mates.”

That’s what I think, but how can I be sure about him?

“How do I know you really think that?”

I gasp as he pulls a diamond ring out of his pocket and drops to one knee.

My trembling hands fly to my mouth as I stare down at him as he presents an engagement ring.

“Is that?”

“My turn to do the talking,” he says, shutting me up. “I love you, Nia. Deeper than I ever thought love could go. I want to have a life with you. A family with you. I want to put so many babies inside of you that you won’t remember their names.”

I laugh as the tears dry up and my heart races.

“You are it for me. You are everything to me. You’re all I want. And if you give me a chance and then decide to leave, I’ll buy you the nicest house in Atlanta and I’ll give Devon his choice of helicopter from my fleet if he agrees to hire you back.”


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