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“Fuck.” The way she drew out the word meant she was almost there.

He couldn’t see her face but he felt every muscle in her body release as her orgasm overtook her. Gently he straightened her legs and stood up long enough to strip off his clothes. He grabbed a condom from his wallet and slipped it on.

“Don’t stop, Z. You’re so beautiful,” he said as he kneeled between her legs.

She mumbled incoherently but lifted her hips for him. She was so wet from her orgasm that it took no effort to bury himself deep inside her. He groaned as he stilled her to keep things from ending too soon.

“Is this what you want?”

“Yes,” she repeated in between breaths. “Yes. Fuck me, please.”

She ground her hips, pushing him even deeper.

All the willpower he’d had vanished. He grabbed her hips and did as she requested. This wasn’t just what he wanted or needed. It was what the woman he loved wanted. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t ready to go public about their relationship.

What mattered was that she wanted him. Sheneededhim.

“Again,” she panted. “Make me come again.”

And dammit, he’d give her everything in the world was his last thought as they both exploded in pleasure.

Chapter 35

“Derek,” Zoe whispered as she tapped his chest softly.

His eyelids fluttered but his eyes moved as if he were dreaming. A leg twitch jostled Mr. Bobbins, who was in bed with them. He mewed in protest.

Derek had helped her off the couch last night so they could cuddle more comfortably in her queen-size bed. Which felt a little too small with two adults and an orange tabby. A sliver of sunlight slipped through the curtains of her bedroom window and bathed his bare chest.

“It’s morning,” she said instead of kissing him where his skin glowed golden with the sun.

She should let him sleep. Stillness was rare for Derek even while asleep. This was the most relaxed he’d been since coming to DC. She’d peeked in on rehearsal, where he’d been on his feet the entire time as he observed the cast from different vantage points. He was dedicated to his craft and his audience’s experiences the same way she was passionate about her customer’s fit and confidence.

He needed the rest. Even when they were alone together, he jumped up to do anything and everything for her. Grab a fabric swatch, bring her coffee, and fuck her silly on her couch. He’d put her first almost always.

She’d sensed a deep longing in him yesterday. Maybe she’d been unfair in her wish to keep their relationship a secret. He’dsupported her even though he disagreed. Derek had spent more time than necessary helping her present her designs.

It was her turn to support him. He’d asked for only two things since he came to the DMV: for her to design the costumes and to share with the world how happy she made him. How could she deny him that?

“Let’s get some breakfast. I’m hungry.” She danced her fingers on his chest before stroking his cheek.

He murmured incomprehensibly and turned into her touch. His lips curved into a smile but his eyes remained closed.

Derek was right. Who cared what Greg thought? He was a sad man who was afraid of being left behind. Which would happen once people saw this production. Trixie and Th?o already knew about their relationship and TJ had pretty much figured them out.

She was ready to tell everyone how much she loved this man. Her best friend. Her lover.

If only he’d wake up so she could say all these things to him.

“Derek,” she said at her normal volume. “Open your eyes. I have something to tell you.”

She kissed his shoulder and ran her thumb over his lips. Slowly, he blinked his eyes open.

“Hi, beautiful,” he said with a wide, sleepy smile. “What time is it?”

“Eight in the morning, but don’t move.”

“Huh?” His arm stopped in midair as he reached for her.

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