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Astonishment plays across his face. “You’ve never had more than one orgasm?”

I look away, feeling embarrassed, but he tilts my chin back so we’re eye to eye.

“I don’t say that to make you feel bad. It’s not your fault.”

Logically, yes. But believing it is a leap of faith I don’t know how to take. “Yeah. I know.”

His eyes fill with kindness. “I think we could get you there again.”

I laugh. “I kinda think you’re right.”

With a knowing smirk, he kisses me. It’s sensual and tender, sending my thoughts tumbling.

I break away and curl into the curve of his neck. “I hate to say it, but… should we get back?”

He releases a deep sigh. “Sadly, yeah.”

Neither one of us moves. It feels luxurious to lay here, touching and resting together, our breaths in synch and the warmth of his body wrapped all around me.

He rolls up to kiss the top of my head, and reluctantly, I shift off of him and collect my clothes. We dress in silence, my body feeling sated and happy. Everett collects my panties and jeans from the floor near his feet and sets them next to me while he tucks into his jeans, grimacing.

“You okay?” I ask, buttoning my jeans.

His look turns hungry. “Watching you get dressed makes me want to undress you again.”

I arch my eyebrow. “You better wipe that look off your face or I’ll be tempted to let you.”

He pulls me close. Our shirts are still on the floor, so the contact of our bare skin sends prickles of desire coursing through me. “I wish we had more time, so I could.”

I kiss him, and his lips embrace mine for a long moment before he leans back and kisses me on the forehead. I sigh into his chest. What’s happening inside me? Today has been a roller coaster of ups and downs. I’m wary of him but somehow can’t keep my hands off him. He irks me but that only seems to make the sparks between us grow hotter, more insistent.

Once we’re fully dressed, Everett steps through the door. Seeing the laundry basket on the porch next to our discarded shoes makes me smile. Everett seems to think the same thing, because his eyes twinkle with a wicked gleam as he carries the basket inside while I slipon my sneakers. We walk hand in hand down the path, and before we round the curve that will put us in view of the house, he draws my fingers to his lips for a soft kiss, then gently releases me.

There’s a sense of finality to it that draws a note of melancholy from the depths of my core. It doesn’t make sense. We haven’t made any promises to each other. I don’t know what the future holds.

But I’m already imagining seeing him again.

Which feels dangerously like falling.

Chapter Twenty

EVERETT

I wakeat five on Sunday morning, start a pot of coffee, then make my mental checklist for reviewing Marin’s case files while it brews.

But my thoughts drift to Vivian, and last night, instead.

I’ll be replaying her perfect mouth on my cock until the end of time.

I loved touching her, kissing her, holding her soft hand in mine, but making her come was by far my favorite. I’m the only one who’s gotten her there twice, huh? Challenge accepted. Next time, she’ll be coming for me as many times as she can take it.

Next time.

I run my hands through my hair and gaze through the window over the sink.

Am I stepping into the fire with this girl?

Though she admitted some of her past, she’s holding something back. She could have very good reasons for that, but what if those secrets come back to bite me in the ass like they have in the past?

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