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We eatand laugh and talk, just like we did that first night all those years ago. And when she tosses her napkin onto her plate and declares she’s done, I tell the staff to go home and gesture to the stairs before I lead her to the second part of tonight’s date.
“Where are we going?” she asks, eyes wide with excitement and wonder.
“Would you like to come upstairs for a drink?” I ask, repeating the question she asked me all those years ago. My heart in my mouth. Even though she’s my wife and she will absolutely say yes, there’s every chance she could say no just to torture me.
“I’d love to, sir.” She giggles, cheeks flushing an adorable shade of pink. She slips her warm hand into mine, and I lead her to the roof terrace. Not the same one we sat on when we first chatted beneath the Moroccan stars, but one much like it. And this one has the added bonus of being completely private. It’s also strung with hundreds of energy-saving string lights, and our spot in the center of the floor is a nest of colorful blankets and cushions.
Her eyes light up when she sees it. “Oh, are we havingthatkind of drink, are we?”
I slide my hand to her ass, giving her a gentle squeeze. “Not yet my little minx. Definitely later, though.”
I take the remote and the terrace fills with the soft notes of “The Man I Need,” our wedding song.
“Oh, Mad,” she says with a dreamy sigh. “This is just so absolutely perfect.”
I pull her into my arms. “You’re perfect, baby, and you deserve the whole world. I would pluck the stars from the sky if you wanted me to.”
She beams, fingers twisting in the hair at the nape of my neck. “I have everything I need in the world right here.”
We dance under the stars, our bodies moving in perfect rhythm like we’ve known each other forever, our hips grinding, hands wandering. The ideal sensual foreplay. My cock is hard as iron for her, as it usually is whenever she’s near me, and when she brushes it with her knuckles, I can’t hold off for a moment longer.
I lay her down on the blankets, slowly peeling off all of her clothes, kissing all of the sweet-scented skin I expose until she’s lying beneath me, naked, wet, and needy. Fucking perfect.
She yanks my T-shirt off over my head, then snakes her arms around my shoulders and whimpers my name.
I nuzzle her neck. I usually like to eat her before I fuck her, but tonight I can’t wait to be inside her. Maybe it’s being back here in this place—the place where we began. So I free my aching cock from my shorts and sink inside her wet pussy. My nirvana.
“Mad,” she whines, throwing her head back as I fill her to the hilt.
“I know, baby. I know.”
She digs her heels into the muscles of my ass, like she wants to pull me deeper and never let me go. “You feel so good.”
“Because we were made for each other, Ellie.” I lift her hips, angling her so that I can sink a fraction deeper.
She moans, nails raking down my back as I rock into her, fucking her deep and hard, wondering how each time with her can feel even better than the last. I thank the universe for bringing us here all those years ago, and then back together again when we were both in a place to love each other like this.
Ellie James is the love of my life. Still my obsession. A woman I will live and die for. The one person in this whole world I could not live without.
Epilogue 2
ELLIE
2 years later
Maddox slips his hand into mine and squeezes. Nerves flutter low in my belly despite the fact that I must have walked into this house at least a few hundred times.
“It’s just brunch with my family,” he says, but I’m sure he’s saying that to himself as much as me. He’s as nervous as I am. It’s an excited nervous, though. This is a big step for both of us.
“Do you have the pictures?” I ask, realizing I forgot to put them in my purse.
He pats his jacket pocket. “Right here, baby. One for each of them.”
I nod, my legs shaking with each step. It’s crazy that we’re so nervous. They’re all going to be thrilled for us, but this is…it’s life changing.
It’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
We reach the front door and before he pulls out his key, he rests his lips against my ear. “You’re going to be the best mom in the whole fucking world, El.”
