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“You no longer need much foreplay, Mrs. Sexton,” he murmurs against my lips, dipping his hard-on into a pool of wetness.

He tenderly bites my lip as he thrusts into me.

“I can say the same thing about you, Mr. Sexton.”

My skin tingles with pleasure, my center clenching around him. He pulls me under him and plunges into me.

My lips tremble with pleasure, my nostrils flaring.

All these years, nothing has changed between us. If anything, it’s only gotten better.

Our lips lock as we travel to a place of pleasure, no longer rushing, chasing, or sailing rough waters.

It’s a calm, familiar place.

It’s irresistible.

And I could live there for the rest of my life.

14

RAIN

“Thea?”

My voice flies over the people crammed in the airport as I wave at Thea Porter.

Her blue eyes flick left and right until she catches sight of me.

“Hey,” she says, cutting her way to me.

Fresh off the plane, she wears a pair of comfy sweatpants and a T-shirt, her dark hair tied into a ponytail, and a backpack dangling from her shoulder.

“Let me help you,” I say, picking up one of her suitcases. “How you’ve been?” I ask, grinning.

“Good,” she says.

Her eyes glint with a smile.

I pull her into a hug while she gives me a little kiss on my cheek.

“How was your flight?” I ask, looking at her.

“It was good.”

I give her a quick once over.

She barely shows a little bump. Her chest is bigger, though.

A slight tan makes her skin glow, and her eyes look even bluer.

“I’m happy to be back,” she says, scanning the crowd. “My cousin should be here too. She was late when I told her you would come and pick me up.”

“No problem. We can wait for her outside. How’s Ed?”

“He’s fine. He’ll come back as soon as he finishes his work with James.”

She pauses, gazing at me.

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