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He grabbed a condom from the nightstand and handed it to me. He kneeled next to me, keeping up the delicious torture between my thighs while I rolled the condom down his length.

As soon as it was on, he crawled between my legs again and replaced his fingers with his cock.

“Oh, God, that feels good,” I moaned.

“Yes, you do, my love. So good,” he said.

“I love you.”

“I love you, Natalie. So much. I need to feel you. Are you ready?”

I nodded, bracing myself.

He withdrew, then slammed hard into me.

My body tightened, the feel of him sending me back up the cliff.

He did it again, his rhythm increasing in speed with every stroke. He pounded into me, losing himself in the moment, but never losing me.

“I love you, Natalie. Love you.” He repeated the words, like a chant, his hips matching his words as he took me somewhere I’d never been before.

Up and up, higher and higher, more and more, we climbed together. My throat tightened. My body reached. My orgasm raced for me, needing to let go before I passed out.

“Omar,” I breathed. “Omar,” I whimpered. “Omar!” I screamed, coming so hard I worried I peed a little.

“Fuck, yes. Natalie!” he shouted, surging and releasing with me.

He pumped into me a few more times, twitching and shaking as his muscles tightened and his body emptied into mine.

He collapsed onto me, and I wrapped myself around him to hold him in place. He trembled in my arms, matching the way my body shook.

We laid there forever, our bodies cooling and steadying, our hearts blending. And I knew, without a doubt, he was the one I was meant to have in my life forever.

I just hoped I got to keep him.

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Omar

Natalie amazed me every single day. After the fundraiser, she seemed to own how much people liked her and wanted her thoughts and opinions, and by the time the volunteer week rolled around, she was managing everything like a boss.

Summer camp registration was full in less than twenty-four hours, and she was able to award twenty-five scholarships to kids who wanted to get in but couldn’t afford it. The tears in her eyes when she called each of the families personally to tell them said it all.

She was changing lives.

“I don’t know how you’re so amazing, but I’m grateful you chose me,” I told her the first morning of the volunteer week. It was the third week of March, and summer camp was three months away.

She smiled at me over her shoulder and shook her head. “I’m not amazing. I’m just me.”

“And you are amazing,” I said, walking up behind her and wrapping my arms around her waist. I kissed the back of her neck and enjoyed the shiver that went through her. “Let me know when you’re ready to go.”

She nodded and went back into my room. She spent about half her nights with me and half at her house with Daisy. I’d stayed with them a few times, but I didn’t want Natalie or Daisy to feel like I was invading their space. Or for them to feel like they couldn’t have time together without me around. Friendships were important, something I learned over the last month, too.

I’d become a regular at guys’ night at O’Kelley’s and was getting to know the local men. They were smart, funny, and good men, and I was honored they made me feel so welcome.

All of them, all the women from book club, and so many more people were signed up to help Natalie construct the building for summer camp. The whole thing was coming together.

“I’m ready,” Natalie said, pulling a sweatshirt over her head as she headed for the door. She was in faded jeans and a paint-stained tee and had her muddy boots at the door.

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