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"Mmhmm." Her eyes dance with humor as I hold my hands up, protesting my innocence.

"I was going to suggest we try out the bed by napping together, baby. You haven't had any more sleep than I've had lately."

"Oh, really?"

"Scout's Honor." I throw up a peace sign.

She buries her face in my chest, dissolving into laughter. "You're so full of it, Atlas Jacks."

"Yeah, but you love me anyway."

"Yeah," she whispers, her voice soft as she tips her head back to look up at me. Her feelings reflect in her eyes, shining like the two brightest stars in the sky. "I do."

Epilogue

Atlas

FiveYearsLater

"Gabbi, baby," I groan, writhing beneath her as she wraps her lips around the head of my cock, trying to suck my soul from my body. If anyone is capable of it, it's my wife. She's gotten damn good at taking me straight to heaven between those honey lips over the years.

Too good, maybe.

As soon as she gets her mouth on me, I'm ready to explode.

She hums around my cock, bobbing up and down as she takes me deep.

I lift my hips toward her mouth, too fucking greedy to stay still and let her lead. When it comes to her, taking control is just what the fuck I do. It's the only way I stand a chance in our bed.

She's a dirty little thing with the body of a goddess and zero inhibitions when it comes to me. There isn't a single thing we haven't tried over the years…except fucking in her brother's club, that is.

I'm still a possessive, jealous son of a bitch when it comes to her. I don't share. I never will.

She reaches between my legs to fondle my balls, sending my mind reeling.

I growl and toss her off me. She lands face down, squawking like an angry little bird. I know exactly how to soothe her ruffled feathers though.

I yank her hips up, tangle my hand in her hair, and thrust deep.

"Atlas!" she gasps, her head flying back.

"You better come fast, Temptation," I warn her. "Otherwise, you're going to be late for work."

"I can't be late," she moans, rocking back against me. "I have too much to do."

"Then come fast." I pound into her, fixated on the way her round ass bounces and claps with every thrust. Swear to Christ, every position with her is my favorite. She looks incredible from every angle, especially when I'm inside her.

"Don't make me late," she cries.

I consider making her late just to remind her that this is where she belongs. But she really will kick my ass if she's late again. It'll be the third time this week.

What? I'm on a mission to get her pregnant again. Sue me. She's given me two little girls, and I want a boy.

I wrap one hand around her hip and power into her, fucking her hard and deep. She moans and babbles like always, tangled up in bliss.

"Christ. I can't wait until you're carrying my kid again, Temptation."

Her pussy flutters around me as soon as I say it.