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tightens around mine, and I give him a nod. “Promise me that if I ever do anything that makes you lose
that feeling, you tell me. And you give me a chance to fix what I broke.”
This is more than moving in. This is more than a marriage ceremony. We both know it. This is a
commitment. A promise, just between us. I’m sure we’ll have a ceremony one day, but right here, right
now, is when two separate people commit to a future together.
It’s for us, and it’s everything we need.
“I promise,” I say, gazing into those gorgeous brown eyes. That slow smile sends a happy shiver
down my spine. I can’t wait to spend decades more just like this.
Luis clears his throat from his spot next to the open SUV door and gives us a happy smile. The
man seems to always be smiling lately. “It’s a lovely day, isn’t it? A perfect day, actually, and if you
want to keep your appointment, we’ll need to get going.”
“If you don’t want to do this, if you think it’s a bad idea, then we don’t have to go.”
Is it a bad idea? Maybe. But he won’t have to do this alone. I’ll be right there with him.
I tug him to the door of the car, smiling at Luis as we pass. “I have faith in you,” I tell Zach. And I
do. Absolute faith. He might make a mistake. He might get frustrated, but if he makes this commitment,
he won’t ever give up.
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“A re you listening?”
I nod at Colton, but if I’m honest, I’m not. Not even a little. How the fuck am I supposed to
concentrate when I have Maya’s lucious ass pressed against my cock? She laughs at something
Holly’s saying, and her body shakes, creating even more friction. I’m not going to last. There’s no
way.
The woman is fucking insatiable. I never imagined that having the same partner day after day
would be like this. This exciting. This all-consuming. She’s all I think about. I have to stop myself
from dragging her into my office, or a closet, or an empty office twenty times a day.
And Maya? She’s fucking radiant. Every day, she seems to shine brighter. I didn’t know that was
even possible. She was my North Star. Now? She’s the fucking Sun.
“You’re not listening,” he complains, rubbing his face against Gracie’s soft fur.
I was right. That long blonde fur sticks to everything. But she’s soft and sweet, and has better
