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Astor shoves me against the wall next to the front door, his kisses hot and demanding.

Dangerously possessive.

Dangerously addictive.

I yank down his boxer briefs; he kicks them off.

He grabs my thigh and hikes up my leg. As I wrap it around his waist, he pulls my soaked panties to the side and spears into me with the force of thunder.

I cry out in both pain and pleasure.

Tears roll down both our faces, rolling around our kisses, as he fucks me against the wall with such intensity that a picture falls and shatters next to our feet.

In what feels like a matter of seconds, we come together, screaming each other’s names.

Dizzy with euphoria, I drop my forehead onto his shoulder. He gently wraps a hand around the back of my head and for a moment we stand there, silent, chests heaving, just being.

Together.

Eventually, Astor lowers my leg and it takes a second to find my balance.

Astor guides me to the couch, hand in hand. I drop onto the cushion like dead weight.

“What can I get you?” he asks, standing over me, gloriously naked.

“I have no idea.” I blink up at him.

He grins, then grabs the whiskey and two glasses from the kitchen and settles next to me on the couch.

For a long moment, we stare at each other with small goofy smiles on our faces.

“So.” he says. “It’s hot here.”

Laughter bursts out of me. It feels good to laugh. “I’ve been waiting for that.”

“Jesus, Sabine, why here?” He presses, mocking. “Why choose to move to the devil’s armpit.”

“I needed anything and everything that was not Astor Stone.”

He pours a drink, hands it to me. “I deserve that.”

I sip, lean back against the couch, aware how easily Astor and I have slipped back into “us.” And in that moment, I can’t believe I ever considered not allowing him back into my life.

There is no life without love like this.

“So when did you make contact with Josh the bartender, and what exactly has he been doing for you?” I ask, settling in. Comfortable. Happy.

“The second I found out where you’d moved to, I got on my plane and was here within four hours. I actually passed you on the road once, but I was in a rental car and you didn’t notice me.”

“No Aston Martin rental cars around here, huh.”

“Nope. I’ve never seen so many trucks in my life. And by the way, that Jeep is a rolling death trap.”

“You’re a rolling death trap.” I smirk. “Keep going.”

“So I drove around to familiarize myself with the area and that’s when I found the bar. Somehow I knew you’d eventually find it, too.” He winks. “So I went in and struck up a friendship, you could say. Turns out Josh’s daughter, Katie was born with a cleft lip. Recently, they had to pull her from school because of bullying, and his wife had to quit her job to homeschool Katie. She turned ten a few weeks ago. ”

“That’s terrible.”

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