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I look at her with wonder.

With awe.

With lust.

With love.

“I love you,” she says between breaths. “I love you so much.”

I jam her down hard onto my cock, and as her climax continues, I feel every spurt of mine.

Every last one.

She lays her head on my shoulder, still panting. I did all the work—though it was no hardship—but still her breath comes in sharp rasps. The climax. It took her breath away.

It did the same for me.

She smiles against my shoulder. This is not the norm for us. Every lovemaking session is usually a huge deal. Either I’ve thought it out ahead of time, or I come up with it spur of the moment. Either way, it lasts way longer than the few minutes of this one.

I didn’t bind her. I didn’t demand that she focus on only one sense. I didn’t silence her.

Even so, she didn’t speak, except to tell me she was coming and that she loved me. She didn’t move, so she may as well have been bound. We’ve come to a new understanding, Skye and I.

And I’m all in.

“Skye,” I say into her hair.

“Hmm?”

“Have you checked on Tessa?”

“Yeah. She’s being released today. Her mom is moving in with her for a while to take care of her.”

“Are you okay with that?”

“Sure. Carlotta’s great.”

“I mean”—I push a stray strand of hair out of her eyes—“do you need to be here for her?”

“No. I’ll only get in Carlotta’s way. Tess and I talked. She wants some time with her mom.”

“All right, then.”

She closes her eyes. “All right what?”

“We’re going back to New York. Tonight.”

Chapter Thirty-Eight

I continue with some work after Skye leaves my home office. She’s no doubt showering, and though I’m tempted to join her, I have a few phone calls to make. Once I’m done, I notice a new Instagram post on her account.

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The selfie is her puckering like a fish—a fun pose for a fun post. Already the likes are heating up.

I love that she doesn’t have to look perfect in each shot. She’s not Addison Ames. She’s simply Skye, and that in itself is a form of perfection—at least in my eyes.

I learned long ago that perfection doesn’t exist. I strive for it nonetheless because I figure the closer I get the better off my family is, my business is, and I am.

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