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It was to that melody that I worked us both to release.

It was slow. Achingly slow.

My muscles trembled, sweat beading along the length of my spine as if I were working out. My entire being tensed in anticipation as I moved ever nearer to the end.

Then she screamed and I quickly bowed over her, covering her mouth with mine to shut her up. The change in position, the shift in pressure, had us both losing it.

I hissed out a long breath as my entire being seemed to be suffused by a darkness so pure, the only light was her—gleaming like the star she was in the endless universe that was the surfeit of pleasure she gifted me with.

As I shuddered through it, she clawed at my shoulders, nails digging deep enough that I knew my back would have been shredded if I weren’t wearing a tee.

The vibrator’s battery conked out at long last, making the throbbing silence even more powerful as the final jerking pulls of her pussy on my cock drained me of everything I was.

When I sagged into her, she groaned as she tried to hug me but ended up leaning her limbs against me as if that were all she was capable of.

I didn’t complain.

I felt like a bowl of limp noodles too.

Burrowing my face between her tits, I mumbled, “Mine.”

She breathed, “Mine.”

I smiled.

Sucked in air that was stained with sex.

Closed my eyes.

Home.

I was home.

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STAR

When I tooka seat at the dinner table, my lower body protested the move.

I wasn’t exactly ready for one of those inflatable ring things, but goddammit, my ass felt as if I’d been doing deadlifts/squats/lunges on repeat for the last twelve hours.

The orgasms had been worth it, though, and they came with an added benefit—I was less worried by Lorelei’s passive aggressiveness and more focused on the aches in my muscles.

“Star?”

I blinked at Savannah. “What?”

“Pass the dinner rolls?” she drawled, but her eyes were spitting at me. I just had no idea what she was spitting.

The problem was, the bread was here and she was there and that meant reaching over to give her the rolls.

For how my ass and inner thighs ached, she might as well have been in the Gobi Desert.

Conor, seeming to sense my predicament, acted like a gentleman and did the deed for me. Then, in an aside, he murmured, “Dagger asked what you’ve been up to the last couple years.”

Oh.

That was why Savannah had been glaring at me—she’d thought I was blanking her dad.

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