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“Yes, Love. Come for me,” he whispered as his cock throbbed and shot a geyser of hot passion deep inside of her.

When his heart stopped pounding and he could breathe again, he collapsed next to her, wrapped his arms around her, and held her tightly.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you, too,” he said.

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Abby

Abby squirmed. “We have to move.”

“Why? I’m comfortable.”

“I’m in the wet spot.”

Sawyer laughed. “That’s the price you pay for being utterly and completely satisfied by yours truly.”

“Yours truly is going to get sprayed with cold water if you don’t get up and let me change these sheets.”

“You don’t have a cat. Why do you have a spray bottle full of water?”

“My hair gets frizzy.”

“Fine, be that way. Just know, though, if you spray me with water, I will hiss at you and might kick the litter out of my litterbox.”

“I might spray you just to see that.”

They rolled out of bed and went into the bathroom to clean up, and then they changed sheets.

Sawyer must have been tired, because he climbed into bed, wrapped his arms around her, pulled her close, and instantly went to sleep.

Abby lay awake for a while, enjoying the feeling of snuggling with him. She couldn’t believe that she actually had the guts to tell him that she loved him. The words just seemed to slip out.

He told me that he loved me, too.

A warmth spread through her as his words echoed in her brain.

This man – this incredible man – loves me. I would never believe it possible.

Soon, Morpheus overtook her, and she fell into a deep sleep.

Abby woke up early the next morning before her alarm went off. She stretched and yawned, feeling more rested than she had in a very long time. Sawyer had rolled over during the night and was sleeping with his back to her, rolled up in the sheet and blanket.

She watched him sleep for a minute.

This powerful, sexy, gorgeous man told me that he loved me.

It was still hard for her to believe. She knew that he wouldn’t have said it if he didn’t mean it. Abby was also aware that Sawyer had high principles and would never cheat on her or intentionally hurt her.

Slipping out of bed, she dressed in a large T-shirt and sweats and headed into the kitchen. She played her favorite podcast while she hit the start on the coffee pot and got out some bacon and eggs.

“Nothing like coffee, eggs, bacon, and murder for breakfast,” she muttered as Vanessa Williams talked about the most recent case on theSerial Killerspodcast. “I still miss Greg Polcyn, though. I hated it when he stopped being a cohost on the podcast.”

She put a couple slices of bacon into the frying pan and jumped and squealed when a voice sounded behind her.

Sawyer laughed. “Talking to yourself?”

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