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I kick off my shoes and slide in next to her. “You’re right; I did play great. It’s almost like I deserve a reward or something.”

She arches a brow. “They named you a star of the game. Isn’t that enough?”

“Did they? Must’ve slipped my mind.” My fingers find silk between the sheets and I grab a fistful, tugging her across the mattress towards me. “I need a proper celebration.”

Her body bends to mine. She hooks her hands behind my neck and her knee over my hip. “What does a proper celebration entail?”

“Me. You.” I kiss her jaw and the soft spot beneath her ear. She exhales softly and just like that, my cock could hammer nails. I should be exhausted after the game, but I couldn’t go to sleep now even if I wanted to. “Lots of orgasms.”

She hums in thought even as she rolls her hips against me, drawing a deep growl from my chest. “I suppose. But only because you earned it.”

I roll her so she’s straddling me, her pale pink lingerie finally visible. I bunch the material around her hips and rock between her legs. “One truth?”

She sinks her teeth into her lower lip. “You first.”

I’m barraged with too many possibilities to count.

I love you.

I want this forever.

Nothing could ever make me give this up.

But Mira is still holding back. As nice as the last few weeks have been, she is still halfway turned towards the door. I don’t want to freak her out.

“You’re beautiful,” I settle for instead. “Your turn.”

She grins like a cat and slides down my body, stopping when her perfect mouth is a breath away from the erection tenting my boxers. “You deserve a reward.”

19

MIRA

This can’t be happening.

I look from Zane to Aiden’s therapist like one of them is going to rip open their shirts and reveal they’re wearing a wire. The other will probably start pointing out hidden cameras.

“Really?” Zane asks, looking from the therapist to me with the exact same expression.

He can’t believe it, either.

Dr. Turner chuckles. “You two look shocked. Is anything going on with Aiden at home that I should know about?”

“No, he’s been great,” Zane says.

“Perfect,” I echo. “Absolutely perfect.”

Everything has been perfect. For weeks.

Which is why I have every last one of my guards up.

In my experience, times like this are usually when life decides to remind me of the pecking order. Just when I think things are hunky dory, I find myself under a piano on the pavement.

“Well, great.” Dr. Turner clicks her pen closed and leans back in her chair. “I concur. And that’s my official, professional opinion.”

A wide smile spreads across Zane’s face, but he still circles a finger in the air. “You’re gonna have to hit me with that all good news again, Doc, or I'm gonna swear I made this up.”

“Aiden is doing exceptionally well,” she repeats slowly. “He’s improved leaps and bounds from where he started, especially where it concerns processing negative emotions. Even during the little hiccup last month, Aiden continued talking to me. He could express himself. And that’s because you’ve created a home where he feels safe.”

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