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She’s so fucking tight I can barely breathe.

Nothing in my life has ever felt like this.

If we die here tonight, at least I’ll die having found heaven.

Molly’s head falls back as she nears her peak. I kiss along the column of her throat, feeling her pulse race beneath my lips.

We tumble over the edge together, crying out as waves of pleasure crash over us.

There’s nothing but bliss.

No storm. No danger. Just us.

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Molly

Soft light spillsinto the room, making me blink.

Where am I?

For a second, I can’t remember anything. Last night feels like a fever dream. But then I do remember.

All of it.

A smile spreads over my face.

That was unexpected.

Blinking fast, I open my eyes wider and take in my surroundings. In the light of the day, this place is worse than I imagined. It’s dirty and looks like it’s been vacant for weeks, if not months. Dust and grime cling to everything.

I’m still curled up against Hudson, his chest acting as a pillow. It’s tempting to fall back asleep and nestle into his comfort, but he has a game to play, and I have a client to cater to.

I sit up quickly, rubbing my eyes.

What time is it?

I reach to where I put my phone last night.

The battery is almost dead, but at least I have enough juice to see it’s six in the morning.

We need to get on the road if we want to make sure no one finds out that Hudson didn’t make it to Kentucky.

Still on the ground, Hudson is fast asleep, his head lying on his shirt as a pillow.

His jaw is slackened, his expression peaceful.

Even now, he’s better looking than anyone I have ever seen. Meanwhile, I most likely look like death.

My gaze skims over Hudson’s lips, and butterflies swarm in my belly as I replay flashes of all that happened last night.

Didn’t see that coming, butlord, was it exactly what I needed.

I need to freshen up before he wakes.

Now that I actually care about his opinion.

How the hell did that happen?

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