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I stand up. “Whatever.” I laugh. “Thanks for an eye-opening evening,” I say.

“I’m on it,” Quentin says as I make to leave.

I turn and smile at him. “Thank you. Enjoy the rest of your evening gents.”

“You too.”

They catcall after me.

I manage to catch a taxi directly outside, giving him the address of the dance studio. I take the stairs two at a time, pausing outside the door to catch my breath. The door, however, is thrown open, and I’m swept up and into his arms.

Cal kicks the door closed behind us and dives onto the bed, pinning me beneath him. “I love you,” he says.

“I love you,” I say, lifting up and kissing the tip of his nose.

He rolls onto his back, pulling me with him so I’m sprawled on top of him. He exhales.

“God, how I’ve missed you this past week,” he says, pulling me into his arms and holding me tight as if he never wants to let me go.

I swing a leg over his waist until I’m sitting astride him. His cock grows hard beneath me. The skirt Harper encouraged me to buy spreads out around us.

“I think we need to celebrate,” I say, rocking against him, my body readying itself, my desire for this man soaking my panties.

I kneel and push down Caleb’s sleep shorts, freeing hiscock. It springs up between us, and we both moan with need. I kick off my panties and climb back astride him, Caleb’s hands sliding under my skirt and gripping my thighs. I rub myself up and down his cock, driving us both wild as he glides along my slit. I rise up and lower myself down on him, the swollen head of his cock stretching my opening before pushing in. We both groan as I lower myself slowly onto him.

“God, you feel good,” he says, his fingers flexing against my leg muscles.

“So do you,” I say, tilting my hips, making him hit that magic spot inside me. I rotate my hips, rising and falling until we are both a panting mess.

We continue until he pulls me forward, his mouth latching onto mine.

“I love you, April. More than I will ever be able to show you.”

“The feeling’s mutual. More than I ever believed I could,” I say.

Our mouths fuse, our bodies taking and giving to each other until we fly over the precipice into the abyss.

When we both come down, we lay locked in each other’s arms while our breathing evens out.

“I’m glad you came home,” I tell him.

“Always,” he says, and that’s the last thing I remember.

CHAPTER 71

CALEB

APRIL

Call me

Iend the meeting I’m in and pick up the phone.

“April?” I say the moment she answers.

She sounds breathless. “What’s going on?”

“I’ve been given a Service to the Community Award. I’m going to be presented with it next month,” she says, her excitement palpable. “I can’t believe it.”

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