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“More,” I whimper, even though I’m still limp with satisfaction as he buttons me back up, kisses my lips as if to seal what just occurred here, and tosses me a sly grin that promises exactly that—More.

“Let’s go home, baby.” He means,hishome, of course. But something inside me, some crazy unreasonable voice of reason, tells me I’m already there. With Penn, I am home.

It makesnosense. And yet I know it within the very fabric of my soul. This man who saved me, whokeepssaving me, is all mine.

And I’m totally his.

Seven

Penn

Damn, that was mind-fucking-blowing. Watching and feeling Hearth come unraveled against my touch was the hottest experience of my life.

I can still taste her pussy on my tongue from when I licked my finger and it’s the most delicious, dizzying taste. Ineedher. I’m so insanely turned on I can barely see straight driving us home.

I park in the driveway and round the truck to her side and open the door.

Hearth stumbles a little getting out of the truck, and I catch her before she falls. “You okay?”

She peers up at me with ruddy cheeks. “I might have overdone it tonight.”

I don’t miss a beat before I sweep her all the way up into my arms. “The wine?” I ask.We didn’t have that much to drink?

“That probably doesn’t help, but no. It’s my legs. They’re a bit stiff. I’m supposed to be working them out still.”

“Oh babe, I’m so sorry, I didn’t think.” I unlock the front door one-handed, then kick it all the way open with the toe of my boot.

“I didn’t either.” She smiles coquettishly. “That was a lot more fun than thinking.”

True story.

“Need some help?” I check, setting her down gently.

“If I say yes, will you help me?”

“If you say no, I still might try,” I half-tease. We set our things down and I look down at the hardwood. “These floors are pretty hard. There’s a rug in my room that might be soft enough to try a few things on.”

“Perfect.”

Hearth follows me into my room, where she takes off her glasses and sets them down.

“What can I do to help?”

Hearth shrugs. “It’s just leg raises, I don’t really need help doing them. Maybe just help me get down and get back up?”

“I’m right here.”

She holds my hand for stability as she gets down on the rug and lies back.

“Will you, um, can you turn around?”

“How about I do them with you?” I offer, getting down into position next to her.

“Oh. Okay.” She grins, shyly.

We raise our legs together slowly, one side, then the other. Just a few reps each side. I sit up.

“Thank you, Penn.”

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