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Her pussy was already soaked, but when he
told her that, she felt a new flood of wet excitement move through her.

And then she was straddling him, and he
was penetrating her mound, fucking her deeply, his dick so hard again.

His mouth on her nipples, sucking,
licking.

She threw her head back and moaned,
riding him.

He was wild.

He was hot and cold all at once.

Cullen Sharpe drove her crazy but she
needed him as much as he needed her.

“Ivy, I love you,” he told her, as he
fucked her greedy pussy.

She took him in, soaking him in her
juices, her inhibitions gone.

She spun around and faced away from him,
letting her muscles go languid as the excitement and heat pulsed through her.

He entered her over and over again, and
his hands roamed up and down her body, grabbing her breasts, then her stomach,
sliding down to her hips as she road up and down on his huge dick.

He fucked her so well, and she came, and
came and came again.

When it was over, she fell back against
him, and his lips were on her ear, and he was whispering.

“I love you,” he said.
 
“I’ve never loved anyone in my life
before the way I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she sighed.

They were bathed in sweat, and exhausted.

Moments later, Cullen took her hand and
led her up to the gorgeous master bedroom, and then he pulled her onto the bed
and held her in his arms, his body molding to hers as he continued speaking
into her ear.

His voice was soft and low, a different
voice than she’d ever heard coming from him before.

It was his true voice, she realized.

Something had broken and out of it had
emerged someone more real.

“You know, I’ve always had to take care
of myself,” he whispered into her ear as he held her close, his strong arms
wrapped around her.
 
“And everyone
in my life has let me down, betrayed me.
 
I could always only trust myself and nobody else.
 
So I took control of everything, every
detail.”

She stroked his forearm as he spoke,
nodding to show she was listening.

“But when I met you,” he continued, “
for
the first time, I didn’t want to control everything as
much.
 
I wanted to share it with
you.
 
And that scared me, Ivy.
 
It terrified me, because my only
salvation has been my belief in myself.
 
But for the first time in my life, I don’t want to live completely
inside my own head.
 
I want to share
myself with you.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, afraid that
this was just a temporary bout of sanity, a strange side effect, perhaps, of
mind-blowing sex.

“I’m sure,” he replied.
 
“I’ve never been more sure of anything
in my life.”

And then they lay together, drifting in
and out of sleep.

Cullen’s lips on her neck, and then his
mouth on her mouth, his tongue entering, withdrawing,
entering
again.

Ivy, moaning, her nipples stiffening.

“From jail to this,” he said.
 
“It’s almost a dream, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” she moaned, as his fingertips
brushed her nipples and then he was slowly entering her pussy from behind, his
cock, sliding between her legs, deep into her mound, pushing all the way in.

“It’s like an amazing rollercoaster
ride,” he said, his voice low in her ear as he pushed in and slid out, his cock
slathered in her juices.

She began rotating her hips in time with
his motions.

“Cullen,” she said, her hand trailing to
his cheek.
 
“You feel amazing.”

“So do you,” he said.
 
“You’re my wife and I can fuck you
whenever I want, can’t I?”

“Whenever you want,” she said.
 
“I’m yours.”

His mouth was on hers again as his body
slid closer, his hips pumping, his hands squeezing her breasts tightly, fucking
her faster now.

And then he was coming yet again, and she
could feel his cock engorged, then releasing everything inside her as she had a
sudden overwhelming climax.

Somehow, the
emotion of
it all caused tears to squeeze out of her eyes, roll
down her cheeks.

She looked out the window and saw the
blue sky turning slowly
pink
as the sun got ready to
begin setting.

“It’s amazing to be alive,” she
whispered.

“And to share it with your soul mate who
you’ve waited your whole life to find, never knowing it could happen,” he
whispered in return.

A few minutes later, Cullen hopped naked
out of the bed and announced he was having a shower.

Ivy lay there in the rumpled, sweaty
sheets, feeling that all was somehow right with the world.

Even
though everything’s a mess, I don’t care.
 
We’re going to get through this together.
 
That’s all that matters.

And knowing that—knowing that her
soul had finally found its counterpart, its resting place, she could breathe
easy despite the challenges that awaited.

She went and opened the sliding glass
door and let the breeze in and looked out on the shimmering water.

The cool breeze off the water tickled her
naked skin and she smiled.

This
is what it’s like to really live a full life
, she thought.
 
There’s pain and fear and sadness, but
there’s greater amounts of love and laughter and sex and beauty and excitement.

I
wouldn’t trade my life with Cullen for anything else, no matter how picture
perfect.

I
like the messiness of him.

I
love it, actually.

As she was thinking this, she heard
something from downstairs.

Her heart immediately jumped, and now it
was banging hard in her ribcage.

Someone was in the house.

“Cullen!” she cried.
 
“Cullen!
 
Someone’s here!”

She wondered if it could be an animal
somehow getting inside.
 
Because the sounds were not clear at first, just general noise of
rustling and movement.

But then she heard the distinct sound of
footsteps.

“Cullen!” she cried, as the footsteps
began ascending the staircase.

Whoever it was, they were coming up.

Ivy ran and grabbed one of Cullen’s shirts
and threw it over her naked body, frantically buttoning it closed to cover
herself.
 
She called for Cullen
again as the person appeared in the hallway, and she screamed.

It was an older man, probably an inch
shorter in height than her.

He had a gray beard, and he was dressed
in simple slacks and a sweater.
 
His
eyes were cool and blue behind his wire-framed glasses.
 
“You must be Ivy,” he said, and the
voice was very familiar.

The bathroom door opened and Cullen came
out, still dripping wet, wearing a towel around his waist.

He looked at the man in the hallway and
his eyes widened.

“Dad!” he cried.

“Cullen,” Preston Sharpe said.
 
He looked at his son and waited for a
response.

Ivy practically fainted, she was so
relieved, she stepped back, breathing normally again.
 

Cullen and his father met inside the
bedroom in a firm embrace.
 
“Dad,
what the heck are you doing here?”

His father ruffled his hair, something
that seemed like a kind of impossibility, Ivy thought.
 
You
don’t rustle Cullen Sharpe’s hair.
 

But strangely, Cullen didn’t appear to
mind.

Didn’t mind his dad ruffling his hair,
didn’t care that he’d intruded into the house unannounced, and caught his wife
half-naked.

Cullen was smiling with happy surprise.

“I’ve been waiting for a chance to see
you,” the older man said.
 
Now he
looked at Ivy.
 
“Don’t you want to
give your father-in-law a hug?” he said, holding his arms wide.

She didn’t really want to, especially not
when she was only wearing Cullen’s button-down shirt and nothing else beneath
it.
 
As it was, it barely covered
her crotch.

But she went to him and gave the older
man a dutiful huge, withdrawing as soon as it was permissible, without
appearing rude.
 
“So good to meet
you, Preston,” she said.

“Oh, just call me Dad,” he said,
smiling.
 
He adjusted his
glasses.
 
“I do apologize for
scaring you when I came up the stairs.”

“That’s okay,” she said.
 
“I thought someone was breaking in.

“Nope.”
 
The older man grinned slyly.
 
“I’ve been here for days already.
 
Hiding.”

Cullen’s mouth dropped open.
 
“You’ve been here, at the house?”

“I needed a safe place to hang while some
of the heat blew over,” he said.
 
“It’s getting wild out there lately.”

“Where were you the whole time I’ve been
here?” Cullen said.
 
“You could have
come out a long time ago.”

Preston shook his head.
 
“I’ve been in one of the tunnels,” he
said.
 
“I fell asleep.
 
I woke up and heard movement from
upstairs, but I didn’t know who was here, so I waited just to be on the safe
side.”

Cullen seemed to find this explanation
sufficient, but Ivy felt mortified.
 
The man had been somewhere inside the house while they were having loud,
passionate sex.

How much had he heard?

It gave her the creeps.
 
And what was this stuff about tunnels?

Ivy made a mental note to ask Cullen as
soon as they were alone.

 
His father was unruffled by the
awkwardness in the room.
 
“I’m
hungry.
 
Want to have a bite?”

“Of course,” Cullen said.
 
“And maybe some coffee.”

“Even better!” Preston shouted.

Ivy sighed, as she followed them out of
the room.

When they got downstairs, Preston sat at
a high chair next to the island in the center of the kitchen, while Cullen
began brewing coffee.

“Are you sure it’s safe for you to be
here?” Cullen asked, as he added grounds to the coffee maker.

“I don’t think the Feds even know about
this place,” Preston said, folding his arms, appearing at ease as he
spoke.
 
“Although, I suppose you
might’ve been followed down here.”

“I doubt it,” Cullen said.
 
“I took a chopper.”

Preston laughed and slapped the
counter.
 
“That’s the way to lose a
tail,” he said.

Cullen prepared three cups of coffee and
then brought one mug to his father and another to her.

Ivy stood there, watching Cullen and his
father chatting.
 
They were so
different in so many ways, and yet there was a shadow of his father in
Cullen—it was faint, but visible.

The way they held themselves, the blue
eyes, the intelligence and guardedness, even behind smiles.

She snapped out of her reverie when
Preston once again mentioned his hunger.
 

“I could make some eggs and bacon,” she
offered.
 

“We don’t have any fresh stuff in the
fridge,” Cullen told her.

“Well, is there a market nearby?” Ivy
asked, putting her mug down.

“There’s a place you could literally walk
to,” Cullen told her.
 
“Just down
the road and then almost right across the street.
 
But you don’t have to do that,” he said.

Preston licked his lips.
 
“Bacon and eggs does sound nice, though.
 
I haven’t had a real home-cooked
meal in God only knows how long.”

“It’s settled then,” Ivy said.
 
“I’d love to do it.”
 
She walked over and gave Cullen a peck
on the cheek.

He grabbed her hand, not letting go.
 
“You amaze me,” he said softly.
 
“You know that, right?”

Ivy smiled at him, feeling her cheeks
flush.
 
“I’ll be back before you
know it.”
 
Then she turned to his
father.
 
“Toast?”