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  I stop him and turn him to me, making sure to look directly into his eyes. My expression is serious, and I pull him down to me, giving him a kiss, I hope conveys the depth of my feelings for him.

  “You are the best man I’ve ever known, Sawyer West,” I tell him. “And I love you with everything in me.”

  “And I love you, Berlin Roth,” he responds. “With everything in me.”

  My heart swells and feels like it skips a beat or twelve as I look at him. My life feels like a fairy tale. But it’s real. And my happiness is growing deeper by the second. Lost in a sea of emotion, I take Sawyer’s hand and march him over to Kung Food – as much as I love this man, I’m starving and need some food.

  “Don’t think this gets you out of buying me a bulgogi bowl right now,” I say.

  Sawyer laughs. “As long as we get egg rolls, too.”

  Chapter Forty-One

  Sawyer

  Berlin is still glowing by the time we get back to our neighboring homes. I don’t think she’s stopped smiling in hours. After all the drama and tension of the last couple of weeks, it’s been wonderful to see. I feel like the net of negativity that we’ve both been caught in was finally cut away, freeing us both, and the sense of relief we feel is palpable. It’s like we can both finally breathe again.

  “So, your place or mine?” I tease.

  She turns to me, leaning her back against her door. “Oh, you’re expecting sex tonight? And what if I say I’m not in the mood?”

  I flash her a wolfish grin and step forward, pressing her up against the door to her condo. Her breath catches in her throat as I kiss her gently and slide my hands down her pants at the same time. I touch her through her panties, smiling fiendishly as I feel how hot and wet she is.

  “Kind of feels like you’re in the mood to me,” I wink. “But hey, if you want to deprive yourself, I guess that’s your call. I’ll just go home and take care of myself.”

  She squeals and slaps me on the chest. “You are awful. Just awful.”

  “That’s not what you usually say when I’m inside of you.”

  She nervously looks up and down the hallway, making sure we’re alone before she grips my cock through my pants, squeezing it tight. She leans forward. Her breath is hot against my ear. My body runs taut with an erotic energy as she strokes me through my pants.

  “Why don’t you refresh my memory,” she whispers. “It’s been a little while, and my memory is a bit hazy.”

  I take her keys out of her hand, and as my mouth finds hers, I unlock the door and push her inside. I quickly shut the door behind us and strip her out of her coat, dropping it on the floor at our feet. The heat between us is growing as we grasp at each other. Piece by piece, we’re stripping out of our clothes, leaving them in a big pile on the foyer floor.

  I take her in from head to toe, savoring the sight of her completely naked body, and feel my cock growing rock hard. Berlin reaches out and grabs hold of it, giving it a few strokes as she licks her lips seductively. She sinks to her knees on the foyer floor, using our clothes as a cushion, and starts to run her tongue around the head of my dick. She teases the tip, tasting the precum that’s pooling at the tip.

  Berlin leans forward and swallows my cock, moving her head up and down my shaft. She grips the base of my staff, stroking me in time with her mouth. I watch her in the mirror mounted to the foyer wall, turned on by the sight of her down on her knees with my cock in her mouth. She squeezes the base of my shaft viciously, moving her hand up and down as she swirls her tongue around the head.

  I love watching the way she strokes and sucks me in unison – it gets me even harder. She works my cock like she has something to prove. It sends ripples of pleasure through me. I want nothing more to stay in this moment forever. But I know if I let her keep sucking my cock like this, I’m not going to last long.

  I reach down and grab Berlin’s hair, hauling her to her feet. I press her firmly against the wall again and kiss her hard, our lips and tongues colliding, and feel her draw in a sharp breath. Her body grows taut as I kiss her, and when I part the velvety folds of her pussy with my fingers, I find her dripping wet. She gasps as I circle her clit with my thumb, and grin as I drive two fingers into her.

  “God, yes,” she moans.

  I give her neck a gentle nip. My fingers glide in and out of her wetness, and she lets out a long, shuddering breath.

  “I need you inside of me, Sawyer,” she whispers. “I need you inside of me right now.”

  I pick her up, pulling her legs around my waist. I lean down and take her stiff nipple into my mouth, licking and sucking before switching to the other one. Standing to my full height, I press her more securely against the wall, holding her there as I guide my cock to her opening. I lay the length of my shaft against her lips. Berlin quivers in anticipation. I want to tease her more, but I can’t. I sheathe myself to the hilt within her with a deep, satisfied moan.

  Tightening my grip on her ass and pressing her harder into the wall, I start to piston my hips, thrusting my length into her hard and deep. Berlin presses her head back against the wall, squeezing her eyes shut, groaning and writhing wildly with pleasure as my cock slides in and out of her. This angle is different from anything we’ve done recently. I feel deeper into her than I’ve ever been.

  “Yes, baby,” she begs. “God yes, baby. Harder.”

  Gritting my teeth, I thrust myself into her even harder, slamming my cock into her pussy as she screams out. There’s a steady thump-thump-thump as our bodies crash together and hammer the wall behind her. Berlin digs her nails into my shoulders, making me draw in a sharp breath. Her body tenses up, and I feel her pussy clench up around my cock. A ragged cry erupts from her throat as she shudders wildly, her orgasm crashing down over her.

  She leans her forehead on my shoulder, her breathing ragged. I set her back down on her feet and turn her around.

  “I’m not done with you yet,” I whisper in her ear.

  “You better not be.”

  Putting my hand in the middle of her back, I bend her over and instruct her to put her hands on the wall – one on either side of the mirror – so she can watch me fuck her. Stepping forward, I grab my staff and rub it against her, teasing her swollen bud. I watch her in the mirror, growing more excited by the expressions of absolute pleasure that cross her face as I firmly rub my cock against her clit.

  I grasp one hand tightly on her hip and the other on her shoulder, pulling her back against me. Berlin’s eyes grow wide, and her mouth falls open as I fill her up from behind without moving a muscle. I stay there, barely holding myself still, as I guide her body back and forth. Slowly at first, and then faster and faster, digging my fingers into her flesh. I impale her on me again and again.

  “Fuck me, Sawyer,” she calls out. “Fuck me harder, baby.”

  But I stop, holding the head of my cock just at the edge of her entrance.

  “Is that what you want?”

  “Please,” she begs, her voice raw with lust. “Please, please, please, fuck me.”

  With a wicked grin, I finally oblige. With a single, powerful thrust, I enter her deeply and immediately start driving into her with jackhammer speed. A sound I’ve never heard coming from a human being before rips itself out of her throat. It’s low and long, wavering with the intensity of my rapid thrusts into her. She desperately tries to back herself into me again, pushing against the wall for leverage, but this time, I hold her still and fuck her with wild abandon.

  The sound of our bodies slapping together echoes around the tile foyer and is punctuated by the sharp crack of my hand meeting her ass. She lets out a stuttering cry and a nod. I smack her ass again, still driving myself deep into her pussy.

  Berlin flattens her hands against the wall and pushes herself back against me, taking me even deeper into her. I see her watching me in the mirror, a look of near rapture on her face as I fuck her. She’s biting her bottom lip hard enough I fear she’s going to draw blood and thrusts herse
lf back against me. She squeezes me with her inner muscles, tightening her pussy even more. It makes me lose my rhythm, and I let out a stuttering gasp.

  In the mirror, I see a slow, salacious smile spread across her lips as she squeezes my cock. I feel myself starting to swell and know I’m not going to last much longer. She just feels too fucking good. I can’t stop myself.

  Gripping her hips with both hands, I grit my teeth and push myself as deep as I can into her. The sound of our bodies slapping together rings out, filling the sound of her foyer with an erotic music that lights me up from head to toe.

  “Y – you’re going to make me come,” she stammers. “Fuck yes, baby.”

  I thrust myself into her with everything in me, filling her up completely. Berlin’s body is tightening around me, and her face is etched with an expression of sheer ecstasy. I feel myself building to a crescendo, and as I thrust myself into her one final time, my cock pulses and erupts. Berlin lets out a cry of sheer delight.

  “God, yes!” she cries out.

  I unload inside of her, and in return, I feel her entire body shudder. She starts wildly thrashing, screaming into the air, coming as hard as I do. Together, we pulse and writhe, wringing every last ounce of passion and pleasure from the moment, our breathing labored but matching smiles of intense satisfaction on both of our faces.

  And when her legs grow weak, and she almost spills to the tile beneath her, I catch her and pick her up, carrying over to the sofa. We lie down together. I lay on my back, and she curls up beside me, laying her head on my chest. She trails her fingers in lazy circles around my chest. The feel of her warm, naked body pressed to mine fills me with a contentment I’ve never felt before. All I can do is smile.

  “You are an amazing woman, Berlin Roth,” I murmur.

  She plants a gentle kiss on my chest and gives me a dreamy smile. “I never knew I could be this happy, Sawyer,” she whispers.

  Her eyes shimmer with tears, and the smile on her face melts my heart. If I were to die in this moment, it would be with zero regrets and nothing but joy in my heart. Thankfully, Berlin and I have many years of happiness ahead of us.

  “I never used to believe in fairy tales,” she says. “I’m glad they’re real.”

  I squeeze her tightly to me and kiss her, putting every last bit of the love and passion I have for her into it. She pulls back and smiles. I press my hand to her stomach, giving her a warm smile and meaningful look.

  “It’s only going to get better,” I tell her. “And I can’t think of a better woman to start a life and have a family with.”

  Those are words I never thought I’d hear myself say, but once they come out of my mouth, I know they’re the truth. Berlin has come into my life and turned everything upside down in the best way possible. Her smile, even with tears of joy rolling down her cheeks, is painfully beautiful. She kisses my hand and presses it hard against her stomach.

  “The best really is yet to come, isn’t it?” she whispers.

  “It really is,” I nod, truly believing it.

  Epilogue

  Berlin

  One Year Later…

  The sky is slate gray, and as I watch the snowflakes fall gently and lazily down from the sky, it brings a smile to my face.

  “This reminds me of that weekend in the Catskills,” I say.

  He sighs dramatically. “All we need is a hot tub.”

  I laugh and slap him in the arm playfully – although I can’t really say I wouldn’t be into a hot tub session with him again. Ever since the baby came along, our sex life has been less – adventurous. Although it has the benefit of keeping us out of the tabloids, I have the urge to be wild and crazy with him again.

  We had a daughter – Sarah Rose – and she’s absolutely perfect. I never knew I could love somebody as fiercely as I love my little girl, but I do. I feel ferociously protective of her and want to give her every advantage I never had in my life. I never want her to struggle in the ways I did – but then, I don’t want her to grow up in the same sort of bubble Sawyer grew up in. I think there’s a happy medium that can be struck – and so does Sawyer.

  And speaking of Sawyer, as protective of her as I am, it’s nothing compared to him. He almost got himself into some trouble just after she was born. Some paparazzi tried to get photos of her when we took her out and about for the first time. To say Sawyer went angry Papa Bear on them would be an understatement. I’ve never seen him that close to physically tearing somebody’s head off their body.

  They didn’t get any pictures, but they both came close to ending up in the hospital for their efforts.

  With Sarah, though, he is the gentlest man you’ve ever seen. And the juxtaposition of such a large, burly man and such a tiny, delicate baby is beyond adorable. He carries her around like she’s as delicate as a Faberge egg and caters to her every want and need. To say he might be taken with his little princess would be a vast understatement. Thank goodness she’s too young to understand that. She’s not even a year old yet, and she already has daddy wrapped around her little finger.

  Before she does get to that age, though, I’m definitely going to have to break him of that habit otherwise he’s going to raise a wretchedly spoiled little girl who can get her dad to do anything just by batting her eyes.

  But I’m glad that I was right about Sawyer – he’s an absolutely amazing father. He has his doubts, his fears, and his insecurities – which is absolutely adorable – but he’s a natural. He’s an incredible dad, and the life we’re building together with our little family fills my heart with a sense of joy that’s unreal.

  If there is one thing about how my life is unfolding that brings me a spot of sadness, it’s that my father is slowly losing his battle with Alzheimer’s. He’s still more than comfortable and happy at Rose Hills, and on his good days, he’s still as lucid and sharp as ever – and I’m glad he’s gotten to spend some time with his granddaughter before his disease robs him of everything. But I can see that he’s in decline, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.

  “Hey, stop that.”

  Sawyer’s voice snaps me back to the present. I look over at him with a smile on my lips.

  “Stop what?” I ask.

  “Tonight is about us and nothing but us,” he replies. “Sarah is in good hands. She’s totally fine.”

  I arch an eyebrow at him. “Oh, is that why you called to check up on her when I was in the bathroom?”

  “I did not,” he grins, knowing he’s busted.

  When I was in the bathroom, I texted our nanny to check up on Sarah and found out that Sawyer had called not two minutes before. Sarah is fine, of course – it’s just funny we both tried to sneak in a check in without the other knowing. Sawyer pulls me to him and kisses me gently, then looks down into my eyes, still holding onto me.

  “Okay, fine,” he grins. “We’ve both had our one moment of weakness. Now, let’s spend the rest of our evening focusing on nothing but us.”

  I give him a warm smile. “I think I can do that.”

  “Good.”

  He takes my hand and leads me out onto the ice. With Christmas only a week away, it’s a cold night anyway, but being out on the skating rink somehow makes it feel even colder.

  “I can’t believe you’ve lived in New York your whole life and you’ve never skated at Rockefeller Center,” he muses.

  I grin as I look at the giant Rockefeller Center Christmas tree. I know it’s iconic, and people come from all over the world to see it, but I have absolutely zero connection to it. It’s gorgeous, but it means nothing to me, to be honest. I will say, though, being out here with Sawyer, with the snow falling gently around us, will probably make this place mean something to me. It’s been a wonderful night.

  “That was always for you rich folk,” I laugh. “We poor folk didn’t get to enjoy the luxury of ice skating.”

  “Well, it’s about time you checked this off your bucket list.”

  I laugh. “Let me put it on first.�
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  Sawyer rolls his eyes. “Such a difficult woman.”

  “Yeah, but you love that about me.”

  “That’s true.”

  Hand in hand, we skate slowly around the rink. My cheeks are ruddy, and the cold is biting but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying this. Hell, I’m enjoying my entire life in ways I never thought I could.

  Haley and I are doing some amazing work and are helping the people in the city who need it the most. We’re providing opportunities for housing to those who need it, and in conjunction with Sawyer and Compass, are in the process of building more low-income housing.

  Haley and I worked for the first six or seven months by ourselves, but our staff has expanded to a dozen. Although we hit a bump in the road now and then, we’re building momentum and have some ambitious things in the works. I know Sawyer was skeptical about this at first but we’re adding value to Compass, his side of the business is still booming, and we’re doing a lot of good for a lot of people. This couldn’t have gone off any better if I’d planned it.

  I give my head a small shake and bring myself back to the here and now again. I feel a small flush of guilt. This is the first time Sawyer and I have been out together – alone – since Sarah was born. I need to be putting all of my focus on him and enjoying this night together.

  I look around the rink and notice that aside from us, it’s empty. I look around and see people lined up around the side of the rink, but it’s just us on the ice. I turn to Sawyer and see that he’s smiling like a fool.

  “Sawyer, what –”

  I’m cut off by the sound of music starting to play – John Legend’s “All of Me”, to be exact.