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Yep, moments like this are all I need.

Forever.

Epilogue

GRACE - THREE MONTHS LATER

“Sunny, are you ready?” Preston shouts from our bedroom.

I poke my head out of the bathroom. “Almost.”

“If we aren’t on the road in the next twenty minutes, we are going to miss our flight.”

I shake my head with a smile as I grab the last two things I need to pack into my toiletry bag. I step out and toss it at him. He catches it and drops it into my suitcase.

“Is that everything?” he asks with a smirk.

“Yes, I think so.”

He closes my bag and starts to zip it. “I don’t know why you need to pack so many things. I don’t plan on letting you be dressed very much for the next seven days.”

I cross my eyes and stick my tongue out at him. “Even like this?”

“Especially like that.” He chuckles and reaches for me. His mouth presses to mine, and he grabs a handful of my ass as he presses my body closer to his.

I feel him grow hard the moment his tongue slips into my mouth.

Slowly, he begins bunching my summer dress at the sides until it’s fully at my waist.

Preston King is my husband.

Months later, I still can’t believe this is my life. We agreed to keep our plans of marrying the week after I admitted the truth to everyone. Our wedding was the quickest ever planned at the lodge, but as soon as we knew what we wanted together, it was a no brainer to officially say I do. It took the help of everyone, including Mason, who stepped down as head of reception, but now we offer the King’s Elopement package, and it’s currently our most requested wedding package. Add in the bridal store partnership that has increased bookings for the summer and things with Lovers Lodge are right on track.

Am I disappointed in Mason? Yes, but we’re all human and sometimes we make mistakes. I know firsthand. But how we take ownership of them speaks volumes for character.

“I thought you said we had to be on the road in twenty minutes,” I say as my husband peppers kisses down my neck.

“I only need five to have you screaming my name, Sunny.”

“You’re so sure of yourself,” I tease, but he’s right.

One would think this part of our life would fade, but it’s only gotten better.

He bends, his hand gripping the back of my thighs to lift me and wrap my legs around him.

He sets me on the dresser, one hand quickly pushing my underwear to the side.

He moans, deep and loud.

“Fuck, I’m going to slide in so fucking easy with you wet like this.”

Because my husband is the king of multitasking, he slides two fingers inside of me at the same time he unbuckles his pants and pulls himself free.

I reach for his dick, stroking him from tip to base with long, slow strokes.

Scooting to the edge of the dresser, I spread my legs wide.

“Show me, then.”