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His hips undulate as he moves inside my body. Still so slow. Still so sure. And my chest tightens because I can’t remember ever feeling this alive. This wanted.

“Are you close?” he rasps.

“So close.”

“Touch yourself,” he tells me.

So I do, because right now I’d do anything for this man. I slide my hand between us, finding my swollen center. I place the pad of my finger on it, slowly rotating to the tempo of his body.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers.

“So are you.”

“Don’t ignore my calls again,” he tells me.

I smile because he has me exactly where he wants me. And maybe I have him where I want him too. Inside me. Over me. Everywhere.

“Need you to come now,” he tells me. “Before I fuck everything up.”

I start to laugh, and it sets off a chain reaction. The movement makes my body tighten around him and he stills for a minute, the tip of him hitting the exact right spot. My finger rubs my clit lightly, and I’m gasping because I’m right on the edge.

“Tessa… fuck…”

He starts to surge inside of me and I tumble over the edge with him, my fingers raking his back as I call out his name. He drops back to his elbows, putting his palm over my mouth to quieten me, his growl low and long as his orgasm reaches its peak.

And once we’ve both come back to reality he lets go of my mouth. His eyes are still on me.

“That could get weird if you do that at work,” I tell him, imagining him following my every move around the boardroom.

“Make love to you in the office? Yeah, that would be weird.” He smiles.

I try not to notice that he didn’t call it fucking this time. And my heart does a weird little dance.

Because it didn’t feel like fucking. It felt like something else. Something more. And I’ve no idea how to feel about that.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-FIVE

TESSA

“Mom?” The voice breaks through the thick veil of my dreams. I sit up and blink, seeing Zoe’s face in extreme close up, her brows knitted.

I sit straight up, alarm rushing through me. “What is it?” I ask. “Is something wrong?” It takes me a minute to realize I’m in a different bed. In a different home.

And for a second panic rushes through me because the last thing I remember was Linc holding me against his chest as my eyes began to get heavy.

But he’s not here. I let out a long sigh of relief. Clever, clever man. He must have gone to his bed after I fell asleep.

“Can’t you hear that?” she asks.

“Hear what?”

“Linc. There’s noise coming from his room.” She looks worried. “Like shouting and stuff. Is there somebody with him?”

“No. Could he be on the phone?” I ask her.

She looks at the clock next to my bed. It’s displaying 3 am.

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