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“I love eating you out, dear.”

I step closer to him. “Let’s compromise.”

He drops his pants. His boxer briefs follow, leaving him naked and very aroused.

I glance down. “Please, darling. Compromise for me.”

His fist circles his cock, giving it a long stroke. “Name it, Trina. I would do anything for you.”

I stare into his eyes. “You mean that, don’t you?”

His hand darts to my face. He cups my cheek. “I mean it with everything that I am. I would do anything for you. Anything.”

I reach back to unclasp my bra. “Will you love, honor and cherish me all the days of your life?”

“I do.” He skims a finger over the waistband of my panties. “Will you love me in sickness and in health? For richer or poorer?”

“I do.” I tilt my chin. “You’re not going to ruin my panties again, are you?”

He lets out a low chuckle. “We’re in the middle of negotiating. I can’t promise that.”

I reach down to take his cock in my palm. “If you show me the picture of your bull tattoo, I’ll sit on your face while I suck this.”

“Good god, woman.”

I laugh. “Is that a yes? Do you agree to those terms?”

“I agree.” He moves in to kiss me. “I’ll get the picture. You get rid of the panties before I rip them to shreds.”

I move quickly to slide them from my body.

He rakes me from head to toe. “Jesus. I’ll meet you in our bedroom in one minute.”

“One minute?” I look at my watch. “Your time starts now, Mr. Locke.”

He sets off in a sprint down the corridor to the east wing.

I can’t keep my eyes off of his spectacular naked ass. “I love you!”

Glancing back over his shoulder, he calls out to me, “I love you. I fucking love you, and I always will!”

Epilogue

Graham

Three Months Later

“Thank fuck Lloyd didn’t get Bette to cater this.” Graham laughs. “Look at this, Trina. Look at all these people we love.”

She reaches for my hand. “It’s incredible, isn’t it?”

We’re at Howerton House. It’s one of the premier event venues in Manhattan.

Trina and I wanted a ceremony in the penthouse with a catered dinner for our friends and family, but Lloyd wanted more.

It was his idea to rent out the garden terrace for the day.

Peggy was on hand to marry us again.

Lloyd stood up next to me. Trina chose her sister Falon to be her matron-of-honor.

I’d met her and her husband Asher at a small gathering for Ro’s birthday.

Asher sang two songs.

Ro was in heaven as she danced with her fiancé.

It was a good night and the start of our journey to telling everyone in Trina’s life that she’s a married woman.

Her dad was ecstatic. Her siblings were excited for her. Her brother, George, had a few questions for me, but he’s come around.

I glance over to see him sitting at a table with his wife, alongside Sean and Harrison, who both came without plus ones. George lifts a beer bottle in greeting in the air. I toss him a wave.

“It’s too bad that Kavan couldn’t make it,” Trina says quietly.

We spent time with Kavan last night in the private dining room at Sérénité. He toasted to our future and never once mentioned the past.

His story belongs to him, so I haven’t shared that with my wife.

On the way home, I explained that he’d been through hell and fought his way back. She assured me that his secrets are his to tell and if he ever wants to, she’ll be there to listen.

“Aurora looks beautiful tonight.” Trina points to where Ro and Eldon are sitting. “She’s got that pregnancy glow.”

I drop my gaze to the lace gown Trina is wearing. “She’s no match for you. You took my breath away when you came down the aisle with your parents.”

“You stole mine the first time you ordered me to marry you.”

I laugh. “I persuaded you, Trina.”

That day feels like a lifetime ago. So much has changed.

We’ve fallen in love and married for a second time now.

Lloyd has been talking about transferring ownership of Abdons to me, but I’m in no rush. I work the job he hired me to work, and he comes into the office a few times a month to weigh in.

He’s been spending much of his time moving into an apartment in Brooklyn. It’s a fresh start for him in the neighborhood he grew up in.

“It’s almost time for dinner.” Trina kisses my jaw. “Then speeches, dancing, and we get to cut our wedding cake.”

“Then I can take my wife home and carry her over the threshold?”

She glides her lips to my neck to pepper a line of soft kisses there. “I can’t wait for that.”

“I’m going to accept the junior position in marketing that Hank offered me,” Trina says as she walks back into our bedroom carrying a small plate and a fork. “You’ll need to start looking for a new assistant.”


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