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“Stop saying that, will you?”

“No, I won’t… because it’s true. Whatever happens, it will be okay. I promise. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Even if I’m pregnant?”

“Especially if you’re pregnant.”

She stares up into my eyes, frowning, and I wonder if that’s because she doesn’t believe me, or whether my words just came out wrong. Does she think my loyalty is limited by what’s just happened, and its possible consequences? I wonder if I should make it clearer for her… explain it better. I open my mouth, but she gets there first.

“Promise you’ll stick around, no matter what?”

I smile. It seems I was right. “I’ll stick around, Ella. No matter what.”

“Even if I’m not pregnant?”

My smile widens. “Even if you’re not pregnant.”

She leans up, planting a tentative kiss on my lips and as I tilt my head and let my tongue find hers, she pushes me onto my back, straddling me and rolling her hips as she settles onto my cock.

I hold her steady, stopping her from moving. “We’re compounding my felony, aren’t we?”

She smiles, leaning down over me. “That horse seems to have already left the stable, so is there any point in bolting the door?” She takes my hands from her thighs, holding them as she rocks back and forth. “God… Mac, it feels so much better like this.”

I pull my hands from hers and lean up, undoing her bra and throwing it aside, then I tweak her nipples, making her squeal, as I raise my hips to hers. “Yeah… it does.”

She stops moving and looks down at me, resting her hands on my chest. “H—Have you done this before?”

“Made love without a condom, you mean?”

“Yes.”

“No, I haven’t.”

“So this is a first for you?” I can hear the excitement in her voice.

“It is.”

Her eyes twinkle, her face lighting up, and she rides me… harder and harder. I move my hands down, holding her backside and match her rhythm, so I’m as deep inside her as I can be, when she clamps around me, throwing her head back as she cries out my name, and I lose myself… all over again.

Chapter Ten

Ella

I don’t want to go home.

I love it here, and we’ve had the best time… but we can’t stay.

It’s not that we’ve got anything in particular to go back to Boston for, but Mac only booked the cabin until this morning, and that means we have to leave.

Given the choice, I think he’d want to stay on longer, too… but as we said last night, when we were lying in bed, we’ve got nothing much to do for the next couple of months, and we can enjoy ourselves just as much at home and in Newport as we have here… well, nearly.

It won’t be quite the same.

Here, it’s been a perfect oasis, away from everything, and I’ve enjoyed every single moment.

Mac loads my bag into the trunk of the car and looks up at me as I take in a lungful of fresh, mountain air before he comes over and climbs up the steps, standing in front of me.

“Thank you,” I murmur, looking up into his eyes.

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