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“You feel so good, Angel.” He buries his hand in my hair, holding the back of my head while he kisses me again. We move together, our bodies undulating, heat rolling off us both. “Fuck me slowly,” he says. “Keep your eyes on mine.”

He holds my hips, moving me at the pace he wants. Our eyes remain deadlocked on each other, and I feel like time and space no longer exist.

Years of solitude, of yearning, of regrets and sorrow vaporize.

“That’s it,” he says in a low tone. “Just like that.”

He’s so deep inside me like this that when I swing my hips back and forth, grinding against him, I swear I feel it from my head to my toes. We lace our hands together and I use his strength as leverage. His hands shake in mine. His breaths quicken.

I’m so close to an orgasm, my rhythm falters. When it finally hits, I milk his cock, my inner walls clamping down hard as I come.

“Haley.” His abs flex and he groans loudly. “Don’t stop.” Cole sits up and rocks me back and forth. His orgasm rips out of him and his body shakes. We both collapse on the bed, me still on top, and he holds me tight. “Thank you.”

What’s he thanking me for? “I didn’t do anything.”

Cole swipes the hair from my face when I look up at him. “You came back.”

He’s not talking about tonight.

“I came home.”

It isn’t always a shelter. Sometimes it’s the love of your life.

Chapter 27

Cole

Quitting my dream job shouldn’t have felt so freeing. I guess it’s confirmation I did the right thing.

It was awkward as fuck when I rolled into the office, resignation letter out and signed. A companywide email saying my goodbyes was scheduled for the same time I slapped my resignation letter on Noah’s desk.

He didn’t have shit to say. Just stared at the letter and gritted his teeth.

“Get help,” I growled at him. Then I turned away and packed my things.

I also made sure to have Haley’s check in hand before I left the office for good. I wasn’t sure if Noah would screw her over or not, but I wasn’t taking the risk. My girl gave him more than he deserved, and he was going to pay accordingly.

“What are you going to do now?” Tamara had asked.

“I don’t know yet,” was my reply.

That was three weeks ago, and I still don’t have a fucking answer.

Good news is, I didn’t have a non-compete clause in my contract with NGC. Noah’s mistake is my relief.

Double good news is, since I worked on Haley’s office design on my own, and never had her sign a contract, she’s still able to roll with the plans, free of charge, just like I’d planned.

I know enough construction companies, thanks to my work, my dad, and my brother Trey, that hiring a small crew to get her office up and running is easy.

Speaking of my girl, she’s killing it. Haley’s been up to her eyeballs with phone calls, people booking weddings in the area, and even up to two states away. She’d taken a video of the NGC night and posted it on social media. It got a decent number of views, but I’d talked her up to everyone with a set of ears, and she says that’s what really helped.

Maybe I can make a living being Haley’s personal hype man.

Talk about a dream job.

I’d brag about my Angel all day and night if I could.

Checking the time on my phone, I head down the street, pulling my beanie tighter on my head. It’s cold as fuck out. I smell snow.

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