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We snuggled into each other, his arms wrapping around me protectively. I felt safe and content. My head rested on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

“You know what else the girls and I talked about tonight?” I asked softly, tracing circles on his chest with my fingertip.

“What?” he murmured, his fingers gently running through my hair.

“How fast your world is. How one second life is normal, and the next you’re just immersed in this MC world, and you never want to surface.” I paused, gathering my thoughts. “I’ve been trying to understand how you and I happened. It really was in the blink of an eye.”

Fade chuckled softly. “One second, I was the annoying biker keeping you from doing your job, and the next, I was the biker in your bed giving you amazing orgasms.”

I laughed. “Don’t get me wrong, the biker in my bed is way better than the annoying biker. It’s just crazy how quickly it happened.”

“Yeah, it is,” Fade agreed, his voice thoughtful. “But sometimes, things just click, you know? Like fate or some shit.”

I nodded, feeling a sense of peace wash over me. “It’s like we were meant to be, even if it doesn’t make sense.”

Fade’s arms tightened around me, pulling me closer. “It makes sense to me, cupcake.”

My heart swelled at his words.

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me. “I’m just glad you stuck around, even when I was being difficult.”

“You were never difficult,” Fade said, his tone earnest. “You were just doing your job. Which was… annoying.”

“Not charming, Fade,” I laughed.

Fade’s lips met mine in a tender kiss. “I’ll be your prince, cupcake, but it won’t be Prince Charming,” he laughed.

“I’ll take it,” I whispered.

Chapter Twenty-One

Fade

Adalee was pressed against the shower wall, her body glistening with water, and I couldn’t get enough of her. The warm spray from the showerhead mixed with the heat radiating between us. I had her pinned, her legs wrapped around my waist, and I was thrusting into her with a primal urgency that I couldn’t control.

“Fucking perfect,” I whispered into her ear, my voice raw with need.

She moaned in response, her nails digging into my shoulders as she held on tight. “How does that get better every time?” she gasped between breaths.

I pressed my forehead against hers, our eyes locking in the steamy haze. “No clue, cupcake, but it’s not going to change.”

I adjusted my grip, sliding my hands under her ass to lift her higher, and she responded by tightening her legs around me. The sensation of her slick, tight warmth around me was driving me crazy. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure through both of us, and I could feel her body quivering with each movement.

“Fade,” she breathed out, her voice a mixture of desperation and desire. “I need you so bad.”

“I know, baby,” I growled, increasing my pace. The sound of our bodies colliding echoed in the shower, mingling with the sound of the water and her soft whimpers.

I could feel her nearing the edge, her muscles tightening around me, and I was right there with her. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, and I knew we were both on the brink.

“Come for me, Adalee,” I urged, my voice strained as I fought to hold back.

Her body arched against the wall, and with a cry of ecstasy, she came undone, her orgasm rippled through her. The sight and feel of her climax pushed me over the edge, and I followed her into bliss, my release crashing over me like a tidal wave.

We stayed like that for a moment, panting and trembling, the water washing away the evidence of our passion. I gently lowered her back onto her feet, keeping her steady as she caught her breath.

“That was amazing,” she said, looking up at me with a satisfied smile.

I grinned, brushing a wet strand of hair from her face. “It’s you, cupcake. You drive me wild.”

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