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I barely have the time to pull out, letting everything out on her back as a roaring, numbing orgasm takes over.

“Fuck.”She sighs.

“Fuck is right.” I smile, “but you’ve got to wait a minute. Let me deal with this.”

She makes a sound of agreement.

“As long as we’re not making babies, anything is fine by me.”

My cock twitches at the thought of doing moreto her but that will have to wait for another time as I head for the pack of tissues in my cabinet.

Chapter 19

Savannah

Itake one step closer to the door but my hand refuses to stretch out to touch the door knob. For the first time since the day I barged into Michael’s office, demanding that he stop sending me letters, I’m a bit hesitant to enter his office.

“Is there something wrong?” Brenda asks.

“No,” I shake my head briskly. “It’s fine. I’ll go in now.”

I’ll just assume it’s only Michael I’m here to see.

Brenda looks at me concerned and unwilling to cause her any more worry, I push the door open and step in.

Michael and Peter both turn to look at me. I take a deep breath, my hands getting clammy.

This is the first time in close to a decade since I’ve been in the same room with my stepbrother. Willingly, at least.

“Savannah,” Michael says, standing up. “You’re here.”

“Yeah,” I say quietly, my eyes darting quickly to Peter and back to Michael and then to the wall.

I don’t know what to do with my hands, so I resort to curling them into fists. Michael walks over to me, getting close enough that I can hear him breathing. He leans close to my ear.

“I know you don’t want to do this, but I think you should. I’ve been wrong about five things in my life and that’s because I wasn’t told all the facts. This…I know enough to tell you that you two will be better off having a good relationship than being enemies,” he whispers.

I grit my teeth. “Easy for you to say. You don’t have a sibling, much less one that you have been in constant competition with all your life.”

He smiles. An easy smile that softens the grudge in my chest a little—against my resolve.

“Okay. But just listen to him, okay? Even if that is all you do, it’ll be enough. Take my seat, that way you can feel more in control.”

Although I know he is teasing me, the words make me feel more at ease. I watch him walk out of the office before I go and sit down. Taking another deep breath, I look at Peter.

“Hi,” I say.

“Hi,” he returns.

We stare at each other for a few seconds and then he clears his throat.

“Ah…uhm, I don’t know where to start or what to say. I feel like everything I say will be wrong because sometimes the words come out wrong,” he says.

“Right,” I bite. “And that’s why you graduated at the top of your class and became partner here. Because you are terrible with words.”

His gaze drops almost immediately. “I’m sorry,” I say. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Let’s start over,” he says.

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