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“You do?”

“I want to be beside you all the time.”

“Forever?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Good. Because you’re mine and I’m not letting you go.”

Jaxon replied, “I wouldn’t want you to anyway.”

Resting my head on his shoulder, I held him close with a wide smile. I’d truly lucked out with him.

Epilogue Two

Jaxon

Five years later

“Question, big guy,” Chris said the instant I stepped into our home office.

I paused, my arms full of boxes of Bro-tein I needed to deliver in the morning. “Yeah, babe.”

“How do you say our new vanilla cinnamon Bro-tein is like a hot person rolled in a pan of cinnamon rolls without actually saying that, because that sounds disgusting.”

I burst into laughter. Chris always had the oddest questions when it came to his new marketing schemes. “We both know how you feel about food mixed with sex.”

A flush burned his cheeks as he finally turned away from the computer to look at me. He took a couple of boxes from me as he muttered, “It sounded like a good idea.”

“You were excited about it.” A couple of years ago, Chris had really wanted to lick chocolate and caramel sauces off me and have sex. Well, he’d lasted all of ten minutes before he had a near panic attack from the stickiness. Something about the texture had really bothered him. We’d stopped partway to take a shower. After that, he’d ruled out any food involved in our bedroom activities.

“I don’t mind cum stickiness, but food…” He shuddered, making me smile.

After I put my boxes down as well as stacking the ones Chris was holding on top, I curled my arms around him and drew him close. He held me in return, looking up at me. I bent enough to place a long kiss on his perfect lips, the touch making my pulse pick up slightly. It didn’t matter that we’d been together for years; it didn’t matter that we were officially mates; it didn’t matter we were married; no one had ever or would ever stir my blood like Chris did. I was still deeply in love with him, and every day I fell even more in love with him, which shouldn’t be possible.

“I’m still struggling with marketing this new product. It’s good for protein coffee or mixes, but… I can’t seem to find a good tag line,” he commented.

“You’ll figure it out.” He always did.

“Mhhhm.”

The last five years hadn’t always been easy, but slowly our company—because it was ours—had taken off. Bro-tein made enough to support both of us. It wasn’t enough for us to live richly, but we got by. Also, without Chris, I would’ve never gotten here. I had no doubt that in the future, Bro-tein would continue to do well.

I kissed his temple. “Carter and Sam still coming to stay with us?”

He nodded. “Yep. They would never pass up a free meal and a free couch.”

I laughed, partly because it was true and partly because they mainly came to see Chris. They loved their brother. Carter and Sam had both moved back to California after college, though Carter now lived in South Korea most of the time. Chris and I did not live in a cave, as I would prefer, but we did live in a lovely little house that was surrounded by woods. It wasn’t far from Creelin U, as they were one of our main buyers. And we’d both fallen in love with the area.

“I missed you,” he whispered.

Heat rushed to my cheeks. “I missed you too.” It might have been only a few hours, but I really didn’t like to be separated from him.

Chris hooked his hands behind my neck and jumped up. I grabbed him easily, my hands supporting his firm ass. While he no longer played soccer, except for a weekend league that he did for fun, and exercised a healthy amount, he still ran and was still a morning person. Best part about running my own company was setting my own hours, so early mornings were no longer required, though sometimes Chris did convince me to leave the warm bed.

“I missed you,” he repeated, placing kisses on my neck before sucking on my jaw.

My cock twitched and began to fill at a dizzying rate. “Did you?”

“Mmmhmmm.” He pressed another sucking kiss to the sensitive skin behind my ear. “I’ve been wearing a plug today.”

My gut lurched, and a growl rumbled in my chest. Chris didn’t bottom often, as I preferred to, and it took a great deal more prep for him to take me than the reverse. However, every once in a while, he would surprise me by being prepped and ready for me.

“After you left this morning looking so hot, I really wanted you to fuck me tonight,” he continued.

I was just wearing my button-up work shirt. I didn’t wear it often over my branded t-shirt, but perhaps I should start. Squeezing and kneading his ass, making him moan, I said, “I have no problem with that.”

“Good,” he whined as he rocked against my stomach.

I quickly left the office and headed toward our bedroom as I claimed Chris’s mouth. He moaned into me, his fingers twining with my hair. I smiled gently as I placed him on our bed. He traced his fingertips over my face and whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you too, my baby, my husband, my mate, my life.”