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No! I didn't want her to hold back. But instinct pushed away any thoughts plus my ability to form words.

While she was still coming, I started to move my hips back and forth as if through a haze. Her orgasm took over her body, intensifying with every thrust.

When her cries finally subsided and her breathing slowed down, I paced my thrusts until she took her hands from under the pillow, splaying them on the couch. I put my hands on her shoulders, tracing a straight line with my middle fingers from her shoulders to her elbows, then to her forearms. I interlaced our fingers, squeezing them tightly while I moved back and forth at a slower pace.

"How are you feeling?" I murmured in her ear.

"Happy. And overwhelmed."

I was fucking proud of myself. I didn't just satisfy her—I made her happy.

When her muscles started to contract again, I knew she was ready for yet another orgasm. She might not realize it yet, but I was certain of it.

I increased the pace of my thrusts once more, sliding in and out of her like a madman. The sound of my pelvis slapping against her ass filled the living room along with her moans. Her entire body shuddered just as mine started to burn. I was damn close.

I brought our interlaced right hands to her pussy. She sucked in an audible breath, and then we both touched her pussy at the same time. She pushed her ass backward, taking me even deeper.

Her body changed once again, going from soft to completely taut. Pleasure was building inside her. I could practically feel every time she reached a new high.

"Chad, I'm going to—"

"I know. Let it happen. Let it happen for me. I want to feel you come around me once again."

I stroked her clit. Her own fingers trembled. She couldn't do it anymore, but I was more than happy to push her over the edge.

And then it happened. One stroke later, her cries filled the room once again. I only had the privilege to listen to it for a few seconds before my own grunts resounded in my ears. My muscles were taut and relaxed at the same time. The blood rush gripped my entire body in a vise. I was moving and breathing on instinct because my mind was a blank slate. I was only aware of how incredible this woman was.

Our cries mingled, and we both rode out our climaxes until there was nothing left, and we were completely boneless and spent but utterly satisfied.

I wanted the pleasure of making this woman happy every single night.

But I had her for one week only, and I was going to make it count.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Scarlett

“You know, I’m jealous,” Ariana said. "Is that wrong of me to say? How did you find the perfect guy?”

I’d called her first thing Monday morning, right before my shift, and totally spilled the beans.

“I have no idea how I got so lucky,” I admitted.

“Balancing the scale, maybe? You had the shittiest luck with Simon, and now it’s just the opposite.”

I bit my lip. “Do you have any more news on him? He contacted my mom through Facebook Messenger, asking if I changed my number.”

“That fucking idiot,” she sneered. “I haven’t heard from him, but he knows better than to do that. Though he did ask around the staff, too, whether they were in contact with you. I take it you blocked him everywhere?”

“Hell yes. All social media. And put him on the spam list in my email.”

“Good for you.”

“Thanks.”

“Listen, he’ll self-sabotage, as usual. Don’t you waste time thinking about him, okay? Just enjoy that fantastic man you’ve got.”

I grinned. “I plan to do just that.”

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