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  I look at Chloe, who's blushing, and she puts her arm around my waist. "Da-ad."

  "It seems like yesterday that this little girl was putting makeup on my face and forcing me to pretend to be a dragon." Aww, shit, I'm getting those damn allergies again. I blink a couple of times. "And now, she's sixteen and has her driver's license."

  I hold my hand up as people applaud. "I'm saying that I'm proud as hell of this girl and who she's growing up to be. And I'm also warning you that she's going to be on the road now, in case you want to increase your auto insurance."

  "Oh my God, dad."

  "There's one other thing," I say, turning to her. "I figured you need something to drive."

  "What? Are you serious? You said there was no way you were buying a new car, are you kidding me?" Chloe jumps up and down.

  "It's not new, it's a fixer-upper. So we're going to have to work on it together." I wave at Luke and he drives the 1974 Bronco onto the lawn.

  "Dad!" Chloe squeals, wrapping her arms around my neck. "Oh my God, I can’t believe you got me a car. Mom, I love you guys so much!"

  "Go, go," I say, waving her off.

  Lily slides her arms around me. "Well, Killian Saint, I thought you said no new cars. That kid is so happy right now."

  "I know, but Cade had this guy in his bike shop the other day who was getting rid of it, so I picked it up."

  "You're angling for Dad Of The Year, aren't you?"

  "Actually, I was hoping for a hot piece of ass as a reward. Know where I might find one?"

  Lily grins. "I have an idea."

  Lily

  "One of those little miscreants is going to wake up, you know," Killian says, pulling my shirt over my head.

  "You mean our children?" I tease. "Nope. Will and Dylan are passed out after they ran around at the party. There's no chance of them waking up before ten tomorrow. And Chloe's with her friends until eleven. The door is locked, and we have two full hours all to ourselves. Two hours. Do you hear that? That's the sound of quiet."

  Killian pushes me up against the wall in the bedroom. I groan when he brings his mouth to mine firmly, finding my tongue with practiced ease. Arousal races through me, my body's immediate response to his touch, and when I run my palm down his chest and then lower, he's already hard. I unbutton his jeans, falling to my knees on the floor in front of him as I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and guide it to my lips.

  Killian's hands lace through my hair. "Your sweet mouth," he moans as I wrap my lips around the head of his cock, my hand cradling his balls the way I know he likes as I take him in deeper with each pass. I love the taste of him, familiar and enticing at the same time, and the sex with him seems to get better with each passing day. We never have been able to keep our hands off each other, and that hasn't changed one bit since we married.

  "You keep doing what you're doing and I'm going to come," he warns, so I pull back from him, running my hand up and down his shaft.

  "Can't have that," I say. "Especially when I have other things planned for you."

  Killian looks at me with his eyebrows raised. "Oh, yeah?"

  "Two hours to ourselves?" I ask. "You'd better believe I do."

  Killian growls as he pulls me to my feet, one hand sliding up my thigh under my sundress and going right between my legs. "No panties, either. Mrs. Saint, you are out of control."

  "Maybe you should teach me to behave."

  "That smart mouth of yours is going to get you into so much trouble."

  "God, I hope so."

  He slips two fingers inside my already wet pussy. "You're very wet."

  "I've been thinking about what I want you to do to me."

  "Maybe I've been thinking about what I want to do to you." He presses against the most sensitive spot inside me, stroking me in a come-hither motion with his fingers until I'm clinging to his biceps, my fingers digging into his skin as I struggle to maintain control.

  "Tell me," I beg, but he pulls his fingers away.

  "First, I'm going to undress you," he says, doing exactly that, my clothes landing in a pile on the floor. "Then I'm going to need to taste you."

  He lifts me onto the bed, crawling between my legs and putting his mouth on me, sending goose bumps across my skin. I lose all sense of time as his tongue explores me, tasting, licking, probing until I'm panting and trying to keep from coming because I don't want to come this way.

  When I'm on the edge, I pull at his hair. "Tell me what else you want to do," I demand.

  "I want to take all of you," he growls, and I moan, desire flowing through me as I watch him reach into the bedside table. "Touch yourself."

  I put my fingers between my legs as I he rolls a condom onto his length, coating his cock in lube before turning toward me. "Slide your fingers inside that wet little pussy," he demands, and I do it until my palm is pressed against my clit. I fuck myself with my fingers, as he removes a vibrator from the drawer and joins me on the bed.

  Wordlessly, he reaches for my hand, pulling my wet fingers toward his mouth and slowly licking them, his eyes on me the entire time. A moan bubbles up from my chest because I don't think I've ever seen anything as sexy as this man, my husband and the father to my three children.

  Killian rolls me to my side, these moves between us practiced over the years, and lies next to me, his face near my head, his warm breath on my neck. He trails his hand over my body, down my side, and to my hips, before sliding the vibrator between my legs from behind. Then he teases me with it until I'm squirming, my heart racing and my breath short.

  "Fuck yourself, Lily," he growls, and I reach between my legs, pressing the vibrator deep inside my pussy as he spreads my ass cheeks and touches the head of his cock to my tight asshole. I tense at the intrusion at first, but relax as he murmurs into my ear how much he can't wait to be inside me, how much he can't get enough of me.

  As he eases into me, the initial shock of pain goes away. Then it's all pleasure washing over me, overwhelming me, as one hand caresses my breast, my nipple pinched between his fingers while he rocks inside me, finding a sweet rhythm.

  "I love being in you, Lily," he whispers. "I love your warm wet pussy and I love your ass and I love that you let me have everything, all of you."

  I moan, the sound more like a long whine as he fucks me, his strokes longer now. The sensation of being filled up by the vibrator and by his cock is almost unbearable, and I find myself letting go to the overwhelming fullness, crying out when my orgasm takes me by surprise, ripping through me and triggering his. He clings to me, moaning my name as he comes.

  Afterwards, in the shower, Killian pulls me against him, the warm water pounding on us, little rivers running down our skin. "Woman, I couldn't love you any more."

  My chin pokes against the middle of his chest as I look up at him. "You're saying that because of the anal, right?"

  Killian laughs and slaps me on the rear. "Always a smartass."

  Later, we lie in bed, my head on his chest, his hand on my back, and I breathe him in.

  "It's been over nine years since you ran into me at Connie's store," I murmur.

  "You mean, since you ran into me."

  "Stop revising history."

  "I can't help it. Your version of history is incredibly inaccurate."

  "You're just senile, old man."

  He chuckles, and then a few minutes later, his breathing slows, and I know he's fallen asleep. I lie awake, smiling as I think about the last nine years. Nine years and three kids and I still love this man with every bit of me. This life with him and the kids is more of everything – more laughter, more joy, and more love - than I ever thought I'd know.

  Don’t forget to check out the bonus epilogues in the other books as well, if you haven’t already! All of the epilogues are marked in the table of contents.

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