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“I’m going to. Until our bodies give out.” He shifts his lower half forward so that he’s perfectly aligned.

His cock nudges my opening and my body cries in relief. I’m craving him. I’m aching for him. I’m like a woman that’s been lost in a desert and he’s an ocean, my ocean, begging for me to dive in.

He cradles my face gently in one hand when he pushes into my body, stretching me wide and filling me full.

It’s not hard or ravenous. This is soft and tender. It’s perfectly perfect.

He moves into my body with a tenderness unmatched, stroking me beautifully on the inside, and tending to my body on the outside until I’m coming apart at the seams.

This is the connection I’ve longed for my entire life. Since the day we parted ways fourteen years ago, my soul has been craving his.

“Gray,” I cry out as my orgasm takes over. I tip my head back, exposing my neck to him. He takes full advantage by burying his face in the crook, growling as he too chases his release over the edge.

My inner walls flutter and suckle at him, milking everything he has for me out, keeping it like the gift that it is.

He pulls me even closer, wrapping me in the strength of his body and I sink into his warmth.

I love this man, but in order to keep him safe; I may have to let him go.

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(Grayson)

I creep up the stairs after getting Cadence sent off with my mom for their Saturday adventure. I let Mills sleep in. She seemed slightly off yesterday toward the end of our date, but that seemed to lessen once we got back to the house. We were up most of the night and she looked so calm. I couldn’t wake her.

But now it’s nearly noon, so I’m sneaking back in with two mugs of coffee and a very specific plan of kissing her senseless then fucking her in the shower.

I open the door just as she begins to stir.

“Good morning, or afternoon, I should say.” I sit on the edge of the bed, placing the mugs on the nightstand.

“What time is it?” she asks with a sleepy gruff to her voice.

“Almost noon. Cadence left with my mom for the night, so it’s just you and me.” I slide my hand to her thigh, resting it there.

I see something pass over her eyes, like she’s thinking about something. “Are you all right?” I ask.

“I don’t feel very well,” she admits, looking at me with sad eyes.

“Are you okay? Can I do something for you?”

She pushes to sit up, letting the sheet fall away.

Eyes not boobs, Gray. She’s sick for fuck’s sake.

“I don’t want to get you sick. It feels, stomach flu-ish. I don’t want Cadence sick either.”

“At least let me drive you home.”

She stands, searching for her clothes. “I can drive. I’ll be okay, I promise.”

“Are you sure? I won’t mind bringing you back to your car tomorrow.”

“I’m positive. I can drive.” She pulls her clothes back on and gathers her things.

“I’ll walk you out.”

“Ever the gentleman,” she says with a smile that doesn’t quite meet her eyes.

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