“Should I sit back down so I’m in the right position?” I crack.

He laughs and kisses my forehead. “Funny girl.”

I smile up at him. “But seriously, I hope this thing is in the bedroom, because I wanted to wait for sex until I told you my thing and…now you know.”

His brows practically hit the ceiling. “Oh fuck. Now? You mean now?”

“I’m thinking now, again tomorrow, and maybe twice the day after that.”

“Uh…yeah. Absolutely, yeah. I just forgot about everything but that for a second, what was I gonna say?”

“You wanted me to do something for you.”

“Oh, right. I want you to go to counseling if you need it. Consider it an early Christmas gift from me. You’re carrying around some heavy stuff, and I think you need help forgiving yourself.”

“Forgiving myself?”

“Everyone makes mistakes. Every. Single. Person. It’s not just you.”

I nod. “I know. But my mistakes feel so big.”

“I’m really fucking proud of you, though, Mia. I’m proud of every last part of you. No matter what, you keep fighting. You’re fierce and compassionate and strong. You should be proud of who you are, too.”

“I want to be. I’m proud of some things, and I want to work on being proud of everything.”

“I’ll help however I can.”

I kiss him then. It’s soft and slow and filled with all the things I can’t put into words.

“You already are,” I say. “I don’t know how to tell you how much you mean to me, but if we go into the bedroom, I think maybe I can show you.”

His gaze darkens. “Let’s not waste another minute, then.”Chapter Twenty-SixAntonI’ve already seen and touched every inch of Mia’s body. She’s a mystery I’m slowly figuring out, my reward her moans and gasps of pleasure.

She likes it when I take my time with her pussy—teasing her and bringing her to the brink and back again. When she’s close to coming, she gets there instantly if I finger her ass. Her nipples are hands down the most sensitive spot on her body.

But this is uncharted territory for us. I’ve never been inside her. I want her so much my entire body is humming. As I strip away her clothes and both of us pull mine off in a frenzy, my cock drips on her belly, almost driven to the edge just knowing what’s about to happen.

No protection. We’ve both been tested for STDs and since pregnancy isn’t a concern, there won’t be anything between us this first time.

She’s finally mine. Completely mine. I’ve never felt this way before—surrounded in every way by what a woman does to me. Mia is everywhere. She’s my first thought in the morning and the last before I fall asleep.

Her breath is warm on my lips as I finally, finally push inside her. Her lips part with pleasure as I sink in, inch by inch. It’s fucking heaven. It’s been three years since I’ve had sex, and I’ve never had it with a woman I revered as I do Mia.

“Yes,” she whispers. “More.”

Her hips work in time with mine as I fuck her. It’s intense, her wet pussy and heavy breathing making my balls ache for release. All the times I fantasized about this, I never really thought it could happen.

It’s so much more than my fantasies. Mia is warm and soft and perfect beneath me. She’s moaning my name and wrapping her legs around my waist.

I pump my hips and sink deep inside her.

“Oh God, Anton.”

I fuck her harder, going a little further.

“Ah…don’t stop,” she cries, her nails digging into my back.

I give her everything, my balls slapping against her and sweat dripping from my brow to the pillow.

“I’m coming…oh shit, yes.”

Her pussy contracts around my cock, milking me so hard my groan echoes through the room. I thought I’d given her my whole heart already, but as our bodies become one for just a few perfect seconds, I swear I feel something lodge further into my heart than before.

We lie together in silence for a few minutes, our legs entwined. But it’s not long before I kiss my way from her chest—taking my time on each nipple—to her stomach, hard and so fucking ready to be inside her again.

“Me on top this time,” she murmurs.

Fuck. Yeah. I’m on my back in a second flat, and when she straddles me, I’m awed by the sight of her on top of me. Her round, firm breasts are perfect and her hair, loose around her shoulders, is tousled.

I want to tousle her hair in bed every day for the rest of my life. I groan as she sinks onto my cock, sheathing me in her tight, wet warmth.

She rides me, her hands braced on the headboard. I hold on to her hips, forcing myself not to come. Just seeing her on top of me is enough to do it; she looks like a golden goddess, her tits bouncing and her hips grinding.

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