Chapter 17

“In case it’s not clear,” he said, giving my balls a tight squeeze that made me gasp, “I love you, too.”

And it wasn’t just my body or my kink he loved. I knew that. It was all the rest. I sighed happily, spread my legs even further, and settled back against him. “Yeah, I know.”Epilogue

1 year, 3 months later…

“You ready?”

I looked at Lincoln and smiled wide. His grin matched mine. Then he handed me my bouquet. It was filled with calla lilies and amaryllis—on account of Wil’s allergies—and had one solitary pink Gerber daisy. They’d been my mother’s favorite flower, and since she couldn’t be here to walk me down the aisle as she’d wanted, I vowed to have her with me in any way I could.