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“Hmmm. Let it all go. Let it go and come for me.”

His words are the only encouragement I need. My body begins to shake, and I feel like I’m freefalling into another dimension with only Jude to hold me up.

Jude grunts and thrusts harder, chasing his own pleasure and right when I think he’s about to come inside me, he pulls out. Hot ropes of his cum splatter across my lower back as he groans.

We stay there like that, me against the glass – each breath I take fogging up the windowpane before disappearing again; Jude holding on to me like his life depends on it, his cock still semi-hard and resting between my ass cheeks.

At some point he scoops me up in his arms and carries me over to the bed, laying me on my stomach. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

He disappears into the connected bathroom and returns with a warm washcloth to wipe away his mark. The next thing I know, he climbs in the bed beside me and covers us both in the satin sheets then kisses my temple and whispers, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I reply with a yawn.

“You good?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you okay? I wasn’t too rough? I didn’t hurt you?” he asks with a concerned look on his face.

Rolling onto my back, I look up at my brooding prince who is propped up on his elbow and looking down at me.

“I can handle a little spanking,” I muse, running my fingers across taut his chest.

“I don’t know what came over me. I just needed you. To be as close to you as humanly possible.”

“And I, needed you,” I pause for a moment – thinking about what we just did. “Do you think anyone saw us?”

A smirk plays on Jude’s lips. “No.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Privacy windows,” he says nonchalantly. Like he didn’t just play as if he was fucking me for all of Herefirth to see.

I playfully punch his shoulder a little stunned and relieved. “Damnit, Jude. You could have told me that.”

Jude laughs. “And ruin the fun? Nah,” he takes my hand and kisses it. “You enjoyed it. And I? Wouldnevershare you publicly like that.” He wraps a protective arm around me and pulls me closer. “All of this is mine. Mine alone.”

And just like that Jude captures my heart all over again.

CHAPTER 4

JUDE

The need for sleep overcomes me but only briefly.

When I wake I decide that I should go check on my grandfather, perhaps even sit with him for a bit.

Guilt has wrecked my soul a thousand times over today. How the hell did we end up here? I have so many questions and things I wish I could resolve with my grandfather. It’s not lost on me that I now may never get the chance.

While my wife slumbers soundly beside me, I find a way to ease myself from the bed without waking her and put my clothes back on before slipping out into the hallway to head to the medical floor.

When I turn the corner to the elevators, I nearly trip over Ozzy in a wheelchair.

“What the hell, Oscar?” I whisper.

“Figured I’d run into you here,” he replies with a playful chuckle.

“Shouldn’t you be in your hospital room? Does your nurse know you left?”

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