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Exactly what I wanted after sex. I wanted to be comfortable with him like this. It was something I had internally freaked out about beforehand. I didn’t want having sex to change who we were.

“Are you sure?” I held my breath. I didn’t want him to tell me this and then crush me later. I’d rather him tell me now if there was even the slightest chance he would change his mind.

Pressing his lips to my hair, his warm breath against my head calmed me. Grounded me. “I’m sure. Am I scared as fuck? Yes. But I want that, Haley. I want that more than anything.” My heart leaped in my chest as I straddled him. His cock twitched against me. As much as I wanted to have sex again, I needed a break. Physically. Which I told Asher after the last round because I was sore.

A good sore, but sore nonetheless.

“You wanna be my baby daddy?” My face hurt from my own happiness.

He squeezed my waist before slipping a hand up to tweak one of my nipples because men could help themselves if naked boobs were present. Asher’s words.

“I wanna be your husband. Your partner. The father of your children.” His words were super serious for being said at the same time as manhandling my tits, but my breath still caught in my throat.

“You’re serious?” I asked stupidly, because I already knew the answer. Of course, he was serious. Asher wouldn’t joke about that.

“Completely.” He leaned his head forward to lick my collarbone.

“Yes.”

His whiskey eyes shot up to mine. “Yes?”

My hand shook as I pressed it to the middle of his chest. His heart was beating harder than mine. “Yes. I want that. I want all of that, too.”

His expression lit up as he pulled me closer, his hand on the back of my head, tangled in my hair, tugging just the right amount. “You’ll move in for real?”

“Yes.”

He kissed me. “You’ll stay married to me?”

“Yes.” I giggled.

“You’ll have my babies?” He flipped us over so he was on top of me, between my legs, gently grinding his hips into mine.

“Yes. A hundred times, yes.” I cupped his jaw, matching his smile.

“Thank fuck.” He groaned, before devouring me. His cock grew harder against me, but he didn’t go any further. He just kissed me.

He kissed me until we were both breathless.

He kissed me late into the night.

He kissed me until we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

* * *

“Coffee,”I grunted as I stumbled into the kitchen the next morning. Asher chuckled, handing me a cup. I narrowed my eyes at him looking ridiculously gorgeous for so early in the morning. Hair pulled back in a bun. Sweats hung low on his hips. Deliciously naked chest and abs. “Unfair.” I mumbled into my cup of coffee, not meaning for him to actually hear me.

He raised a brow. “Unfair?”

“Yeah. That You look like that.” I waved my hand in his general direction. My eyes closed as I inhaled the smell of the coffee before taking another sip. “And I look like this.”

Asher chuckled under his breath, sitting his cup down on the counter before stalking in my direction. I was too tired to move, so I let him catch me. One strong arm hooked around my waist, while the other plucked my cup from my grip. I protested, following it with my hands. “Do you want to die today?” I glared at him before twisting his nipple.

“That’s not going to have the effect you want it to have on me, babe.” His voice deepened as his hand slipped to my ass, palming it.

I sighed, releasing him. My arms dropped to my side.

“We really do need to look into that coffee IV, huh?” He moved my hair behind my shoulder, dipping his mouth to meet mine. My heart flipped in my chest at the fact referenced one of my favorite shows.