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That did something to him.

His thrusts grew rougher and deeper. One arm locked tighter around my waist as he took me higher and higher with every stroke, pulling me closer to the edge. I could feel myself unraveling, and my body tightened with the pleasure coiling in my gut so tight it was hard to breathe.

“I’m so close,” I whispered.

“Come with me,” he panted against my mouth. “I want to feel you fall apart.”

And I did.

My whole body clenched around him as the orgasm crashed through me, sharp and hot. I cried out his name and trembled as wave after wave hit me.

He followed with a guttural groan, and his body shuddered as he thrust into me one last time to find his own release. He held me tight, pressed flush against the wall, and his breathing was ragged against my neck.

We stayed like that—his forehead resting against mine, our bodies still locked together with water cascading down over us like the world had faded away.

There were no words, just the sound of our breathing, and our hearts pounded in sync.

He finally pulled back just enough to meet my eyes.

“You okay?” he asked and brushed a wet strand of hair from my face.

I smiled, utterly wrecked in the best way. “I’ve never been better.”

Chapter Nineteen

Pirate

“Are you nervous?”

I looked over at Saylor, where she sat on the edge of the bed, slipping on one of her boots. Her brows were raised, and she looked way too calm for someone who’d just asked that question.

I shook my head. “No.”

She scoffed and tugged on her other boot. “You’re crazy. I’m not even going to be in the meeting, and I’m nervous as hell.”

I chuckled and slipped my arms into my cut. “Then it’s a good thing I’ll be there, and you can just hang out with the girls.”

She stood and crossed the room. Her fingers lightly brushed my stomach before sliding around my back. “I am more than good with that.” She tilted her head up to look at me. “You can give me the rundown when it’s over. Just don’t forget any details.”

I wrapped my arms around her and leaned down to press a slow kiss to her lips. She melted into me with that soft little sigh I was starting to crave every morning.

“Let’s get some coffee in you,” I murmured against her lips.

She grinned. “Now that sounds like a plan.”

We stepped out into the hallway, and I could already hear voices and clinking dishes from the common room. The clubhouse was awake—fully awake.

We’d been waiting for this day for months.

And for the first time in a long time, there was hope in the air.

Everyone was in the common room, either milling around or eating.

Adalee was doing the dishes by the kitchen window when Fallon moved past her with a bowl of scrambled eggs and set it gently on the counter next to the French toast, sausage patties, eggs, and blueberry muffins.

Saylor glanced up at me. “You want coffee or food first?”

“Coffee,” I said immediately. I had told her I wasn’t nervous, but as the minutes ticked by, the more my nerves were on edge.

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