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your ass moving up and down over me. Plus, it gives me a great view of my dick sinking deep. I like that, babe.”
    “Dirty!” I chastised but grinned before biting down on his pec and kissing it better.
    “Hey, you keep that up and I’ll be making certain you can’t walk later,” he warned.
    I lifted my head, and he waggled his brows. “Seriously?” I mumbled and went back to enjoying his body. I ran my hands up and down his chest, petting him the same way I would a furry friend, though Wes was primarily smooth, aside from light smattering of blond hair that trailed down to his cock.
    “Do you think it will always be this good?” I asked, knowing I’d never had better.
    Considering my history, I’d not been with a man that made me insane in the sex department. I wanted it all the time with Wes. Day and night. Sweaty after a gym session, covered in sand, salty from the ocean, I’d take my man any way he came. That didn’t seem normal.
    Wes lifted up my chin so I was looking into his eyes. “I think when you’re in love, it’s always going to be good. Our bodies become a physical manifestation of our commitment. When it’s honest and real, the outcome doesn’t matter. It’s being together, connecting physically and mentally to ensure we’re still one, that’s important.”
    I smiled, pushed up, and took his mouth in a slow, deep kiss. “I want to have that with you always.” I said the words as if they were a promise, believing I’d do anything to keep that between us.
    Wes’s hands tunneled into my hair. “Baby, we’re always going to have love. A year from now, ten years, even fifty. I know my other half when I see it. Nothing’s going to stop me from making you mine forever. In a couple weeks, you’ll be mine legally, but that doesn’t change that you’re already mine in here.” He pointed to his heart.
    Tears filled my eyes as I listened to him quietly profess his love and confidence in our future together.
    “No, it doesn’t. I am yours. Forever.” I snuggled into his chest and thought about the future. We hadn’t spent much time discussing anything other than being together, me moving into his Malibu home, and working on Dr. Hoffman. “What do you see in our future, Wes?” I asked, excited and a little nervous.
    Talking about the big picture was something most couples did way before they agreed to marry. And in two short weeks, there would be no turning back. It wasn’t that I had cold feet or anything. I knew my life was meant to be lived standing by his side, but in what capacity? Wife, of course. Friend, certainly, but what else did he see on the horizon?
    Wes hummed. “Are you asking where I see us in five years? Like when you make a five-year-plan when you graduate college.”
    I frowned. “I never went to college, or never finished, I should say. But yeah, kind of. What do you want out of the future, and how do you see me in it?”
    He tightened his arms around my body, holding me closer. His warmth permeated my entire front comfortably. Fuck Disneyland. His chest was the happiest place on Earth.
    “Well, I’d say in the next year you’re going to get more stardom than you know what to do with on Dr. Hoffman .” I lifted up my head and saw in his expression the sincerity of his statement. “I’m serious. I think the public has really taken to you, and the execs at Century are figuring out what kind of gem they have. They aren’t going to let you walk away or leave for other opportunities very easily. So we’ll have that to deal with.”
    I went back to lying on his chest, content to let him speak.
    “I’m looking forward to doing the things normal married couples do. Have barbecues in the summer, invite friends over, make meals together, surf…” He grinned while I rubbed my lips against his hard pec. “You’ll work, and I…well, I don’t know what I’m going to do.” He sighed.
    Without looking at him, I asked the million dollar—or should I say