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scrapes exquisitely against my skin.
    I tangle my hand in his hair and tug gently, urging him back up to me. As our mouths meet again, I grasp his red tie and work the smooth knot. I leave the unfastened tie around his shoulders as I unbutton his shirt and waistcoat to reveal his powerful chest.
    His skin is hot beneath my fingertips, his heart thumping with the heavy beat of a drum. I squirm underneath him, my arousal intensified by the contrast of the hard table under me, and my hot, muscular husband on top of me.
    “Hurry,” I whisper, pushing my gown and slip up to my waist.
    Dean moves closer to the table, his gaze on mine as he unfastens his trousers and drops them to the floor. His erection presses against his boxer briefs, a hard ridge along his thigh. I reach out to palm the length, tracing my fingers over the shaft. My sex clenches with anticipation.
    Dean takes off boxers, letting his cock rise upward. The sight of the thick, veined shaft fires me with heat, and I wiggle to the edge of the table so he can better position himself.
    I push to my elbows, my pulse throbbing as I watch him—black cape billowing, red tie like a streak of blood down his chest. He tangles his fingers into the straps of my panties and pulls them off, exhaling a groan of appreciation at the sight of my damp sex. He presses his fingers into me, flicking his thumb over my clit.
    I lift my knees, gasping as he presses the head of his cock over my folds and slowly down to my opening. Then he’s pushing inside me, throbbing against my inner walls and firing heat through my nerves.
    I moan, pulling him closer as he starts to thrust, and then we both fall into the push-and-pull, give-and-take rhythm that has always come so easily to us. He tightens his grip on me as his thrusts increase in pace, driving into me the exact instant I arch my hips upward.
    “Come on, beauty,” he whispers, lowering his head to kiss my shoulder as he slides his fingers to my clit. “So fucking good…”
    “Yes.” I dig my fingers into his shoulders as the coil of pleasure winds tighter and tighter. “Dean, I’m… oh, harder.”
    He thrusts deep, jolting me against the table. One more press of his fingers on my aching clit, and my whole body arches upward, flooding with intense vibrations that wrench a cry from my throat. Dean’s mouth comes down on mine, his tongue sliding past my lips as the pace of his thrusts changes to a long, slow glide. I wrap my legs around his waist, opening myself fully as he gives a hoarse shout and comes deep inside me.
    Dean’s breath rasps through his chest as he lowers himself on top of me, his hands on either side of my head. I reach up to thread my fingers through his gorgeous hair, stroking it away from his damp forehead as I gaze up at his face—loving the satisfaction in his eyes, the lingering heat, the ever-present tenderness.
    With unspoken and reluctant agreement, we part slowly and get back into our costumes, helping each other adjust our clothes and accessories so we don’t look too terribly rumpled. I clean off the table while Dean finishes dismantling the beanbag toss booth. As we’re leaving the room, he grabs me around the waist and gives me a hot, hard kiss.
    “I fucking love you, beauty,” he says against my lips. “And I love fucking you.”
    I laugh and stroke his cheek, a riotous combination of love, longing, and happiness flooding me. I give in to the urge to sink against him for an instant, his arms closing around me in that warm, protective circle I know so well before we separate to return to the outside world.

CHAPTER TWO

     
     
     
    OLIVIA
     
     
     
    THE HALLOWEEN BONFIRE BLAZES AGAINST THE night sky, patrolled and tended by several residents to ensure everyone’s safety. Wizard’s Park is filled with parents supervising their children, most of whom are running around comparing their candy hauls and sneaking pieces from their buckets.
    A line of people snakes behind the trees where the