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"I've read about this. How are you?" he asked.

My face felt hot. "A little embarrassed, and still really horny." I might have normally been embarrassed to admit that, but it felt like if I didn't have him inside of me soon I'd burn up.

We yanked at each other's clothes. Every time we were together before he exhibited masterful control. That was not the case this time, as he seemed as needy as I was.

He turned us so that he was sitting up, and I kneeled to straddle him. He fisted one hand in my hair, and the other fell to my hip. Then in one swift movement he guided me down as he thrust up to meet me.

My eyes rolled back as I absorbed the sudden fullness and pleasure radiating from my core. Despite the fact I was on top, he was still very much in control, and he guided my hips as I rose and fell on top of him.

His hot mouth fell to my breast and he sucked my nipple. It bordered on rough, but it was exactly what I wanted. I tried to hold his head in place, but he moved to the other breast to give it the same attention.

I began to roll my hips faster and faster. The need to come was all consuming. My movements became harder and soon his moans and grunts were mingling with mine as I drove us higher and higher.

My release came first, and I collapsed against him completely spent.

"One more," he demanded and maneuvered us until I was laying on my back on the couch.

There was no possible way I had any more left, but he still felt so good inside of me I wasn't going to ask him to stop.

His hips slammed into me in a deliciously punishing rhythm. From this angle he managed to hit just the right spot deep inside, and every cliché suddenly made sense. I saw stars, fireworks, everything as I felt him shudder and pulse inside of me.

For a long time after, we lay still and held each other. The fire he started crackled and filled the room with an orange glow. He rose and helped me up. "Let's go get cleaned up."

We walked up the stairs, and he led me into a large bathroom. There was a garden tub in front of the window. It had mountains frosted on the glass that strategically hid bathers from view of any boaters that passed by. Beckett turned on the faucet and poured some fragrant oil into the tub.

He helped me in and climbed in behind me. The warm water made me drowsy.

"Lay your head back on my shoulder," he said quietly.

He didn't need to tell me twice. I rested my head in the crook of his neck and lounged while he slowly soaped up my skin.

He paused for a moment and turned my face back to look at him. "I really did miss you."

"I missed you too."

"Then why can't we stay like this? I want you home, Evie. I want every minute of every day with you. I'll apologize forever for being an idiot, but please just come home with me."

"Beck–"

"I love it when you call me that."

"I need this time. We need it. I need you to trust me."

"I do," he argued.

"Until the next time," I persisted.

"There won't be a next time."

I exhaled. "I'm going to need you to prove it."

Chapter Twenty-Four

Evie

Monday rolled around too quickly, and I was on my way with Jana to start my new job as her marketing assistant. It was such a different environment than going to the office with Beckett. He liked to show up before anyone else, and Jana didn't worry about that. By the time she strolled in everything was in full swing. She believed in delegating authority and built a team she trusted.

I should say mostly trusted. Recently, her father hired Chad Kimball, his sister's son. Jana wasn't thrilled to be working with her cousin. Naturally, he was assigned to her team.

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