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“I am never shy.”

“Oh, good. Now if only we...” She reached between them and rubbed his already hard cock. “Never mind. No problem there. Got a condom?”

He arched and dug into his pocket. “Always.”

They both maneuvered while he unzipped his pants and Hazel helped slide the condom on. And then she moved her underwear to the side and slid down over him, feeling every glorious steely hard inch of him entering her.

His cock pulsed. Oh, that was so good. She quivered, then began to move forward and back, her clit dragging against him. She was already so close to coming, that feeling of being on a rocket ready for takeoff. And with every thrust the fuse burned down a little farther.

“Oh yes,” she murmured, raising her hands up to press against the ceiling, rocking against Linc to give them both what they needed. “Oh yes, right there. I’m right there.”

He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging in. “Right there with you, babe.”

And she was climaxing with a deep moan, falling against Linc’s chest to dig her nails into his shoulders as she rode out these incredible sensations, absorbing his release as well while the storm raged all around them.

She was out of breath and utterly satiated.

Linc held her like that for a while, stroking her back, kissingher, until the storm began to ease up. She finally lifted off of him and made her way back to her seat while he removed the condom and tied it off, sliding it into an available plastic shopping bag that was in the back seat.

“Remind me to toss that when we get home,” he said.

“I definitely will.”

They put their seat belts on and Linc put the car in gear. Hazel leaned against the headrest and was out cold in less than five minutes.

CHAPTER THIRTY

Now that they had talked things through—at least initially, things between Linc and Hazel had smoothed out and were back to the way they had been before. She got up and made him breakfast, they ate together, and they made love—a lot—which put both of them in a good mood.

Today he was painting the living room. Hardware for all the cabinets was ready to be installed, as well as the new faucet for the kitchen and all the light switches.

It wouldn’t be long before he was finished. He should have already purchased a new property, and as of yet, he hadn’t.

He knew why, too.

Hazel.

He wanted a future with her. But things were going so well between them right now that he didn’t want to do anything to fuck it up.

Like also telling her about the money?

His conscience was getting to be a giant pain in the ass.

He didn’t think she’d care about that part, anyway. So he had a lot of money. What difference would that make?

Maybe that you never told her.

Of course he never told her. He’d learned that lesson painfully. Never tell them you have money because then you never know whether it’s you they want, or the money and the lifestyle.

He didn’t live rich. He lived comfortably, sure, but most often he renovated empty houses. He hadn’t put down permanent roots anywhere.

Not yet, anyway.

So, again, what difference would it make?

Anyway, that was the least of his worries. Right now he needed to do two things—finish this house so he could put it up for sale, and buy another property to renovate. Then he and Hazel could have the big conversation.

Aren’t you doing it backward? Shouldn’t you have the big conversation with Hazel first?

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