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“Oops. I’ll try the next one.” He redirected to the actual bathroom door, and I giggled the whole way. Inside the bathroom, he delicately undressed me, removing every piece of clothing with a reverence I’d never experienced before. My sweatshirt. My leggings. My panties. When all the clothes were crumpled at our feet, he undressed himself. I got the water ready, then we both stepped in. He traced the curve of my waist with his hand as the warm water beat against his back.

Then he washed every inch of me with my washcloth and soap. It was as serious as it was sweet. When he washed my legs, he sank to his knees, lifting each leg in turn to soap up my calves, ankles, and feet.

Then he turned his attention to the V between my legs. He sent me a heated glance, then pressed a kiss against my inner thigh. Then another one, higher. I spread my legs for him, aching for more. I watched with bated breath as he nuzzled between my legs, his lips grazing my pussy. And then his tongue darted out, flattening against my clit, sending an electric spasm of pleasure through me. My entire body jolted, and I fisted his hair for balance.

“Oh, Seven.” My eyes drifted shut, head lolling against the shower wall as he took what he wanted from between my legs. His tongue danced mercilessly over my clit, while he eased one finger inside me, and then another. After he’d licked me almost to my peak, he hoisted me by the backs of my thighs, hooking my legs over his shoulders, trapping me against the wall as he finished me off.

I screamed his name as the white-hot fireworks spread through me. He stood slowly, kissing each of my nipples in turn as he came to his full height in front of me. Then he lifted me again. My ankles crossed behind his back, and we found the perfect position instantly. His cock nudged for entrance at my slippery folds, my clit still throbbing but desperate for more.

“You came so fast.” His gritty voice only turned me on more. I cinched my arms around his neck as he began to sink slowly into me, his cock filling every inch of space.

“It’s not hard when you eat me out like a demon.” My voice was shaky as I focused on the divine sensation of him filling me, stretching me, completing me.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

I laughed throatily, but it disappeared as he sank deeper. He groaned, capturing my lips in a kiss.

“You feel so fucking amazing, Jordan,” he bit out when the kiss broke. “You take it so good.”

“Give it to me,” I breathed. “I need it. I need it so bad.”

He grunted, palming one of my breasts while he eased himself out of me, then back in again. The slick slide of him, in and out, deeper than I’d ever been penetrated in my life, sent me spiraling again. He never looked away as he fucked me, the intensity of his caramel gaze only lifting me higher.

“That’s right.” His voice was gritty, strained. “Take it. Take all of it. Mmmm, you really needed this, huh?”

“I’ve been dying for you since I moved out,” I whispered as the tornado of pleasure began to swirl deep inside again. “Ohhh, Seven!”

“That’s right, let me feel you coming on my cock.” He skated kisses over my cheek, up to my forehead. His steel heat filled me, crashing into my throbbing clit. My thighs began to tremble. My head pitched back, and a low, guttural moan escaped me.

His fingertips dug into my ass cheeks as I came, sending the message: Mine. Warmth flooded my body, and for a moment, I couldn’t see anything at all. My chest heaved as he began to groan and slow his movements. His belly jerked, then a moment later I could feel the hot gush of his cum inside me.

He kissed my lips softly as the warm water beat down on us.

“I love you, Jordan.”

Kiss.

“I love you too, Seven.”

Kiss.

I needed this man in my life, more than I needed air. And I needed my brothers in my life, just as badly. As Seven turned off the water and dried me off, I sent up the most urgent prayer I’d ever prayed in my entire life.

Please let my family come together, once and for all. Make all of this worth it.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

SEVEN

Trojan wasn’t even gone two days before he called with good news: the SEC promised to review the information in earnest.

We didn’t know what that meant, or what would come of it. But it felt like a small victory.

So we waited.

The week after Jordan left the hospital felt like suspended animation. She took a leave of absence from work—under the guise of recuperating from an injury, but really she wanted to avoid the possibility of running into Eli at the club. Or anywhere else, for that matter. I approved of this idea—had suggested it to her, actually—and we found our pocket of bliss amid the weirdness.

Roxie came over for a girl’s night one night. Jordan didn’t want me to leave, so I contented myself watching spy movies in the bedroom while I worked on more of Jordan’s wooden kitchen collection. In my brief visits to the kitchen for snacks and drinks, I overheard Jordan confessing everything to her friend. Who her brothers were. Why they’d hired me. What her childhood had been like. It almost brought tears to my eyes. My beautiful brat was opening up.

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