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It was time to end a difficult day that had started all wrong, ended all right, and keep that last part going.

So that was what we did.

But I knew how much of a toll the day had taken on my Jamie.

Because, for the first time, he let me be on top.

CHAPTER 21

LIMOGES

Nora

Ihad never in my life had a sexual wrestling match with a man.

Or I hadn’t, until right now.

By some miracle (unsurprisingly, I wasn’t good at wrestling, but in my defense, Jamie was taller, bigger and stronger than I was), I got him on his back and managed to pin one of his wrists to the pillow by his head.

He shot me his beloved rogue’s smile, which I took as a warning I wasn’t going to have this position for very long.

Thus, I didn’t dally.

I reached between us and wrapped my hand around his hard cock.

He hissed delightfully (oh my), stilled, and I took advantage, rubbing the head of his shaft through my wet before he caught. And then, at the same time, I slid down as he bucked up.

My head fell back at taking the fullness of him.

Jamie glided his free hand from my knee up my inner thigh and in, his thumb homing in on my clit.

I whimpered and rode, planting a hand in Jamie’s chest for leverage, my eyes locked to his.

“You’re so handsome,” I whispered, my words breathy with effort and excitement.

“And you’re fucking gorgeous,” he growled.

He pulled his wrist from my hold, to lift it and fist his fingers in my hair at the back of my neck.

He held me there as we made love at the same time we fucked.

I started panting, Jamie put more pressure on his thumb, he started grunting, and then my orgasm hit me like it always hit me when given by Jamie.

I combusted, gasping and mewing and moaning through a transcendental climax.

In the midst of mine, I heard Jamie’s, so after mine left me, I collapsed against his chest and burrowed my face in his neck.

He kept hold of my hair but slid the hand from between our bodies to wrap his arm around me and hold me close.

“I should have never let you have the top,” he remarked, his deep voice thick and sexy.

I started laughing and pressed my face deeper into his skin, smelling his cologne, smelling Jamie, and closing my eyes as the bliss of understanding hit me.

A happily ever after wasn’t always happy.

It was the “ever after” part that was.

In other words, you dealt with the fallout that life inevitably gave you, and then you went back to the joy of it.

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