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My smile turns into a grin. “I did it,” I whisper.

“Why?”

“It’s important to you, and I love you. I’m going to be your wife, and now I’m officially your old lady.”

He lowers his head, his lips touching mine. “It means more to me than you could ever know, Jules.”

Pressing my chest against his, I whimper against his lips before I whisper something daring—something that I would have never said six months ago. But Slade brings this side out of me, this little bit of a wild side.

“Take me to bed, Slade. Show me just how much it means to you, so I can show you just how much you mean to me.”

CHAPTER

SEVENTY-ONE

LOOT

Her arms are outstretched, her fingers curling around the top of the headboard. Curling my fingers around the front of her throat, I’m careful not to apply any pressure. I don’t want to hurt her or traumatize her.

She’s been through enough to last a lifetime.

The last thing she needs is me making anything worse when we’re in the middle of fucking.

Slipping my other hand between her legs, I swirl two fingers against her clit, drawing firm, quick circles. Juliette’s head falls back, landing on my shoulder. Turning my head, I touch my lips to the underside of her jaw.

She pushes her hips back, making both of us groan. Flexing, I slam into her cunt, feeling her wet warmth wrap around me. My fingers move quickly against her clit, applying pressure there as I continue to move inside her.

“Fuck, you feel good, honey,” I rasp against her skin.

We’re engaged.

Juliette isn’t just my old lady. She’s my fucking world, and soon, she’ll be my wife.

I don’t stop fucking her. Flexing my hips, I continue thrusting inside her, my fingers massaging her throat, my other fingers continuing to play her clit. I can’t stop. She’s close, I can tell. I want to feel her strangle me.

And then it happens. I feel her pussy squeeze me, strangle me. Fucking perfection. My back tingles, and my balls draw up as I bury myself deep inside her and come. My cock twitches, then I close my eyes as I empty inside her, filling her with my release.

Juliette’s head falls forward, and I fold over her back, my lips touching the side of her neck as I release my grasp on her throat. “I don’t know how you do it,” she breathes.

“Do what, honey?” I ask, trying not to growl against her skin.

She laughs softly. I turn my head as she looks back at me. I watch as her teeth sink into her bottom lip before she speaks. “Make me come every single time and make it better than the one before.”

I laugh softly, touching my lips to hers before I flex my hips, moving in and out of her slowly—lazily.

“Fucking shit, I love you, honey,” I murmur.

“I love you more than you know,” she moans as I continue to lazily fuck her.

My eyelids flutter closed, and then I slide my hand up her arm, covering hers. I feel her engagement ring press against my palm. And I fucking love it. Being inside her, feeling my ring against my palm.

This is it.

The dream.

It only took me fifty fucking years, but goddamn was the wait worth it. Because it was. Every fucking second has been worth it. Being with her has been worth it. Juliette is everything, and she makes my world a brighter place.

Sliding out of her, I flop down onto my back before I gather her in my arms and pull her against my side. She places her hand on my chest, and I flick my gaze down to her finger.