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I chuckle and wrap my hands around his neck. “Are we going to have a hump-a-thon?”
He nods and lays his body against mine. “I think it’s necessary to figure out all the positions we can dry-hump each other tonight . . . you know, for research.” He winks.
Always researching.
* * *
Islam my car door, sprint up the sidewalk, and bust through my front door like a woman on a mission.
And I am on a mission.
A rather important one.
“Henry?” I call out, looking for the man on my mind.
“Kitchen.”
I bypass baby toys, a swing, and every other contraption a baby really doesn’t need until I make it to the kitchen. Leaning against the counter, arms crossed, a huge smile on his face, looking sexier than ever is my soon-to-be husband. For a second, I soak him in, questioning once again how lucky I am to be in love with my best friend.
“Hey, love.” His smirk practically melts my pants right off me. “What’s that paper in your hand?”
I wave it and dance up and down. “I’m cleared, we can have all the sex.”
After a week of dry-humping every night, sometimes twice a nightandin the morning, I’m about to lose my mind. Dry-humping is great, more than great, but holy motherfucker. Try dry-humping your sexy-as-hell fiancé for a week and not become hornier than you were before. This morning, the tension between us could have been cut in half with a knife and handed out as breakfast. Every side glance, every light touch, it was all foreplay. The entire last week has been seven days of bottled-up sexual tension and the bottle is about to break.
He steps forward, a saunter in his stride. He takes the paper from me and puts it down, then picks me up at the waist and sets me on the counter.
I rub my hands together. “Counter sex, I like it. Honestly, I don’t care how we do it, as long as there is penetration. Christ, Henry, I want your dick in me as many times as possible.”
He chuckles and instead of tearing off my clothes, he goes to the fridge. It’s seven thirty, and my parents have Kellan for the night, for obvious reasons. Throughout the day, I expressed his next two feeds, which means I’ll be back before six for his morning feed. My boobs would seriously explode otherwise.Gah.I’m hoping my tits are dry just in case Henry wants to play with my breasts a little more.
“Oh, you want to eat things off my body? Sure, what did you have in mind?”
He pulls a box from the fridge and brings it to the counter. Hand on my thigh, he says, “I have something for you.”
“Please tell me that’s a cake with a picture of your dick on it?”
He laughs and gives my thigh a squeeze. “Not quite.” He flips the lid open and reveals a cake but instead of a picture of his dick, it says “Congratulations on 5,000.”
Confused, I look to Henry and ask, “Five thousand what? Five thousand hours of no penetration?”
With mirth in his eyes, he shakes his head at me and cups my cheek. “You’re so clueless, Rosie, and it’s one of the reasons why I love you so much. Congratulations on five thousand sales. Your book, it hit five thousand sales this morning. I’ve been watching it, paying attention. You’re killing it, babe. You’re doing it.”
“Wait. What? I sold five thousand books?”
“Yup, and I couldn’t be prouder of you.” Leaning forward, he captures my mouth with his, our tongues immediately tangling as our hands pull off our clothes.
I can think about my apparent success in a bit, but right now, I need to have this man, this thoughtful and beautiful man.
Epilogue
HENRY
“Are you nervous?”
“Fuck no,” I answer Derk, as we both stand at the altar watching Delaney walk down the aisle, tears in her eyes and a happy smile on her face. She blows me a quick kiss and stands to the side.
At the rehearsal last night, she pulled me to the side and told me how happy she was for Rosie and me and then collected on her bet from college many years ago. Freshman year, after Rosie went off to her room to sleep, I stayed up late with Delaney, and we made a bet. She told me I was going to end up marrying Rosie. At the time, being the dipshit I was, I told her it was crazy, because there was no way Rosie liked me. She bet me one hundred dollars, so guess who had to pay up?
