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He hadn’t been trying to wake me, yet the sound of t

hat break tightened my throat Anxiety moved across my chest, and I slid ers

Sensitivity tomy final months in Sloan’s mansion I’d slept with a can of pepper spray clutched beneath es as I slept

Only one thing has ever scared Derek, according to hi,” that threat—my ex-husband—has been dealt with How exactly, I still don’t know, but I believe Derek’s words So if Sloan is no longer a threat, what’s tor my love?

I whispered his na our hands, he wrapped them around my waist as his ainst hi, quiethead to toe We were hoether What could be wrong?

Releasing one of his hands, I reached up to thread ers into the side of his thick hair I kne to ease his tension I wanted to ease his tension

The cliton is warmer than Princeton, so I only sleep in a thin cahtening entle and rough Soft lips, scruff of beard; sether, his touch has always made me hotter, wetter than I’ve ever been with anyone

Shrugging off hs His thick erection sinks deep into ood

Arching my back to allow him further access, another soft ers find my clit

Quiet words of desire, love, and appreciation rumble across my skin, and ainst hithinsides

I want it harder, and I tell hiripeach other thrust for thrust Moving faster, gasping and grinding, our bodies tense as we reach the crest of orgasm

“Come, Melissa” It’s a low order I don’t need

I’ hi little wail cohs so hard, I’as each other, breathing hard

“I love you soafterglow, that tone is still in his voice

My chest clenches I don’t understand “I love you hten rip on him