I never felt so good quitting anything as I felt quitting my job at the bank.

Did I like that job? Fuck yes. Loved it, even. But you know what I love more?

Working for her. Making her my top priority. It’s my job to make her happy now, and I should be paying her for the privilege.

Was it fast? Sure, it was. But how often do we stay with someone for months or even years without really knowing them?

I’ve done it. She has, too. But now that’s all over. Now we have each other.

It’s our first night together in the new place, and here, we can roast marshmallows out in the backyard at the open fire pit.

I still have my poker nights with the guys. Beth comes to visit us all the time. I still see Charlie. She’s got a new boss at the bank. She loves him. I’ve heard that he’s not as good-looking at me, but not everyone can be perfect.

Scratch that. That’s a lie. My Julie is perfect.

We’re out in the backyard with a big blanket over us. The river is rushing by, and the fire is keeping us warm. The reflection of the flames in her eyes are dancing wildly.

“You could have walked into any bank that morning. I could have had my assistant manager covering for me that day. Crazy, how things work out, isn’t it?” I say, drawing her in close.

“It’s true,” she responds. “And you could have grabbed any girl off that line and taken her into the back for some...what did you call it? Personal service?”

“No, baby,” I say. “I couldn’t have. You were the only one I would have done that for. I go above and beyond for you, and only you.”

I pick her up and bring her inside to the living room and lay her down on the couch.

“You know,” I say, “there’s something else that we both should experience together for the first time.”

This is the final thing I want. The ring and the wedding and having all our friends and family witness our vows to each other. This will all come next.

Because I thought it would be enough for me to live with her and make her mine. But now that I have that, I need more.

I kneel down between her legs and spread them apart, kissing inside her knees and moving up the insides of her legs.

“You aren’t wearing panties under your nightgown?” I say, her beautiful, tight pussy there for me between her legs.

“Well, you always said I was a bad girl. Even if that wasn’t entirely true then,” she says sheepishly, “maybe there was a little part of me that always wanted it.”

I pull her down to the edge of the couch and then flip her over so she’s kneeling on the soft cushions, her ass in the air, and I position myself behind her.

“Bad?” I say, winding her hair up in my fist and yanking her nightgown up her ass. “I can do bad. I can do bad really good.”

She pushes her ass back against my lap, and if I weren’t wearing pants, my cock would have slid right through her soaking wet sex. I pull my pants down and grab her hip with one hand, pulling her hair with the other, and slowly guide myself into her.

“Yes,” she moans, tilting her head back as far is it’ll go. “That’s nice.”

Her slick pussy opens up and takes all of me, and she is sweet as sin as I fuck her in her pretty, frilly little nightgown with the delicate pink and blue flowers.

“Rub your little clit for me, baby,” I say, and she does just as she’s told.

My hips buck against her ass, and I feel my balls draw up as I take my little angel from behind. She’s so tight, and still so perfect and pure. Uncorruptible.

“Let’s come together,” she moans. That’s not like her. I’m usually the one telling her to come.

“Yes, boss,” I moan into her ear, bending over her and kissing her neck. That pretty, delicate little neck that I first saw poking out of her button-down with a string of pearls. Even more beautiful than I ever could have imagined.

We come together, my cock exploding deep inside her beautiful softness, her pussy clenching down hard on me. We collapse together in a half-clothed heap, catching our breaths. I’m unable to move and I can barely even think.

“You’re going to marry me, but the only question is when,” I say. That’s the only thing I can think of. It’s the only thing I can say.

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

“No,” I say. “We wait until you’re ready.”

“I’m ready now,” she responds softly. “I was always ready. For all of it. I was just waiting for you.”

Dan and Julie are cute, but there’s one more book left. Caleb and Ava. And they might be a little too much. Don’t say I didn’t warn you…