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I drop my hand beside her again, needing to steady myself for a second.

“Keep your eyes on me, Shell,” I rasp, as the sounds of our skin slapping against each other fill the air.

“Oh my God,” she chants on an airy groan.

Bliss is written across her face. It sets me off and she fucks me harder.

Fuck, I need her to orgasm now.

“You’re so fucking perfect for me,” I ramble, as if my brain is talking on its own.

My fingers grab her hips to help her. Her pussy clamps me, and I know as she screams the words, “I'm coming.”

Her hands move from my shoulders to my neck to still her. As she moans out her orgasm, her fingers dig into my skin.

“Yes,” I growl back, but I continue rocking my hips up into her. I want to come at the same time as her, so I pump a little harder. My balls tighten, and I choke out, “Fuck! I’m coming.”

When she finishes, I still, and my cock jerks, emptying inside her. Spots come in front of my eyes. Fucking hell. I haven’t come like that in a very long time.

She collapses on my chest, her body quivering on top of me. “Are you okay?” I ask breathlessly after I come down from my high.

“Yes, that was perfect,” she breathes out so quietly I almost miss it.

I stroke her back as she sucks in a deep lungful of air. “So fucking perfect,” I say.

She sits back, her eyes are blazing so much brighter. “Just like you,” she says in her breathy voice.

“Come here.” I curve one finger toward her.

She giggles, as if I’m crazy for thinking she’d want to go anywhere else but here, lying with me. The sound is so light and sexy. It’s the sound of letting go and just enjoying the moment.

We kiss, but I want to hold her in bed, so I roll her onto her back, pull myself out, and discard the rubber. Returning to the bed, I push back the blankets and help her under. I hold her around the middle as I curl up behind her. Keeping her safe and close in my arms, as if that’s the only place for her.

I lay a kiss on her temple to whisper in her ear, “Do you have to let Summer know where you are?”

She lifts her chin to meet my eyes as her cheek pulls at one side. “No, she knows I’m with you.”

I poke her flushed nose and wink at her. “She knows I'm good for you.”

She giggles and smacks my chest. “You’re cocky sometimes, aren't you?”

“I'm definitely confident,” I answer at the same time she yawns.

I kiss her forehead, then her lips. “Go to sleep, baby.”

She blinks her eyes rapidly, fighting her tiredness. “What will you do? Watch me again?”

I kiss her lips again, because I’m a sucker and I can’t get enough of her, then I move my lips to her ear to whisper, “I'll sleep here with you.”

She doesn't bother protesting as her eyelids flutter closed. I enjoy the heat of her body and her scent, but sleep evades me. My mind drifts back to our earlier conversation about engagements and marriage—the way her face paled and her chin dropped at my response has me tied up in knots. Could this be the beginning of the end for us?

Chapter 25

Chelsea

“I see. Well, thankyou for your time,” I say with a forced smile, closing the door as I finish up with another disaster instructor interview back in the city. With the opening so soon, I’m becoming a little stressed. Why can’t I find more competent instructors? I massage my temples, feeling the beginning of a headache. There’s a stack of resumes on my desk with notes. I’m also overseeing the construction of the locker rooms, making sure they get finished on time while managing everything else. There has already been a delay in the building because the wood material I needed is on back order. I chose one that would match the rest of the studio, but I won’t budge. I wanted that exact one; it’s what I envisioned. I won’t sacrifice what makes me happy. It’s my name on this business so I want to be proud.

“Come on, Chelsea, you can do this,” I mutter, moving away to have my lunch break when I’m interrupted by my phone ringing.

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