“We used to do that all the time.”

“I’m sorry.” I’ve said it a million times and it never feels like enough.

“It’s in the past.”

“It’s not. Not really, unless you’ve changed your mind?”

“Changed my mind about what?”

“Marrying me.”

“Harrison.” She sighs.

“Winnie.”

She pulls her feet from my lap and the cover falls to the floor. I watch as she climbs to her knees and settles in close to me, resting her head on my shoulder. “I love you. That’s never been an issue.”

“What is the issue?”

“You’re here because I’m pregnant.”

“No. I’m here because you’re my wife. I was a fool to let you go. Even before I found out about the baby, I was planning how to get you back. I missed you,” I say, kissing the top of her head.

She sits up to look at me. She’s close, so close I would just have to lean in the slightest bit to have my lips on hers. “I just don’t want either of us to have any regrets.”

“Too late.” I cup her face in the palm of my hands. “I regret with every breath that I let you go.”

“Me too.” She leans in, her lips hovering over mine.

“Tell me not to kiss you right now.”

“No,” she whispers. “I can’t do that.”

I close the distance and press my lips to hers. She climbs onto my lap, straddling me. My hands find their way to her hips as she rocks back and forth. “Winnie,” I growl.

“Hmmm?” she asks, kissing me, sliding her tongue past my lips, all while rocking her center against my straining cock.

“I want you,” I mumble against her lips.

She pulls back, her green eyes dark with desire. “Then take me.”

I react immediately. “Hold on tight.” I stand, my hands clasping her thighs. Her legs wrap around my waist as I do so, and her arms lock around my neck. “Your room or mine?”

“Ours.”

Leave it to Winnie to pick a time like this to extend me yet another olive branch. I don’t know what she means by ours. Does that mean I get to lie next to her at night? Wake up with her in my arms in the morning? Was it just the heat of the moment? Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out together.

Entering the bedroom that we shared, the one she still sleeps in, I set her on the bed. “I need you naked. Now.”

She nods, pulling her shirt over her head and tossing it behind me. Next is her bra. “Harrison,” she says.

“Yeah?” I say thickly, my eyes refusing to blink, not wanting to miss a second of this.

Of her.

“I need you naked. Now.” She throws my words back at me.

“Right.” I get to work stripping out of my clothes, taking a step back, allowing her room to stand and slide out of her jeans. She kicks them off and they go flying through the air. “I don’t know where to start,” I say huskily. Reaching out with both hands, I cup her breasts, testing their weight. It’s been too long. The last time I was with her like this we were frantic. I didn’t get to take my time and appreciate her. Not like I plan to tonight.

“I think we should start here.” She wraps her hands around my cock.

“I want to take my time with you,” I tell her, placing my hand over hers. My intention is to stop her mid-stroke, but it feels too damn good to stop her. Instead, I help her as a groan rumbles from deep in my throat.

“Can we save that for round two?” she asks.

“What do you want, Winnie?”

“You.”

“You have me.”

“I want you inside me. Now.” She sits on the bed and moves back toward the headboard. She’s a vision, lying there naked in the moonlight. “Harrison.” She holds out her hand for me, and I take it, placing a kiss on the inside of her wrist.

Climbing onto the bed, I settle between her spread thighs, and she immediately wraps her legs around my waist. My hands are flat on the mattress, on either side of her head. I rotate my hips, teasing her.

“Two can play that game.” She reaches between us and aligns my cock with her entrance.

“No games. Not with you.” I push forward and am immediately surrounded by her warmth. “So good,” I say, bending to kiss her lips.

“Y-Yes. There,” she says, sliding her hands under my arms and gripping onto my back. “Don’t stop, please,” she begs. Her eyes are closed, and her head is tilted back.

I give her what she wants, setting a rhythm with every thrust. I can feel her body’s reaction and know she’s getting close, so I stop.

“What? No. Don’t do that.” She squeezes her legs tighter around me, trying to get me to move. I hold strong. Finally, her eyes open and she’s staring up at me in confusion. “Why’d you stop?” she asks hesitantly.

“I want your eyes on me. When you come, I want you to know it’s me.”

“Who else would it be?” she says sassily.

Pulling out, I slide back in nice and slow. “Don’t want you thinking about Javier,” I tease, using the name she dropped earlier tonight.

“I have a secret,” she confesses as I slowly thrust in and out, joining our bodies as one.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Mmm hmm.” She lifts her hips. “I made him up.”

“No!” I act appalled.

“True.” She moans. “Story.”

“I like stories. Want to hear one?”

“Now?” she asks, exasperated.

“Why not?” I thrust deep, and still.

“Harrison.” My name is a plea from her lips.

“It’s a good one.”

“Fine. Just don’t stop moving.”

I grind my hips and bend my lips to her ear. “They lived happily ever after,” I whisper, nipping her lobe.

“Who did?”

“We do.” I don’t wait for her reply as I unleash months of missing her. With every thrust, I think about the nights I spent alone, wondering what she was doing. I’ll make damn sure that scenario never becomes my reality again.

“T-there,” she mumbles, closing her eyes.

“Eyes on me, Winnie.”

She forces them open. “You are the love of my life.” My words are clipped as her walls squeeze my cock like a vise.

“Harrison,” she calls out, and it fuels my orgasm. With one more deep thrust, I’m spilling inside her. I fall to my elbows on either side of her head, careful not to crush her. Her arms and legs are wrapped around me like she’s afraid I might disappear.

“I liked your story,” she whispers. “I love you, Harrison Drake.”

“I love you too.”

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