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The way my body took him, the way my breasts pressed against the window with every thrust.

It was filthy, raw, and impossibly erotic.

His hand slid down to my clit, rubbing it in a way that had me gasping, my body coiling tighter and tighter.

“I can feel you,” he growled. “You’re close, Sadie, and it feels phenomenal.”

I tensed.

My toes curled.

Then I fell. I tumbled headfirst into the never-ending abyss of pleasure.

Burning hot bliss slammed into me, my body tightening, trembling as I shattered around him.

My moan was muffled against the glass, my fingers curling into fists as I rode the wave of my release.

Samuel cursed, his rhythm faltering as he thrust into me one last time, his body going rigid as he followed me over the edge.

For a long moment, neither of us moved, both of us spent, our bodies tangled together. Then, slowly, he pulled me back against his chest, pressing lazy kisses to my shoulder.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice hoarse. “You’re going to kill me.”

I smiled, still breathless. “Then we’ll go out together.”

He chuckled, low and satisfied, wrapping his arms around me, and I just knew that neither of us was going to get any sleep.

CHAPTER THREE

Samuel

The morning airwas unseasonably crisp as I stepped out of the inn, the smell of rain still clinging to the streets of Medford.

The town was just waking up, stretching its limbs like a lazy cat. Mrs. Landry was already sweeping her front stoop, her wire-haired terrier yapping at leaves as if they were intruders.

The neon “open” sign flickered on in The Brewed Bean, and the first hint of cinnamon rolls drifted from Sweet Maple Bakery, carried on the soft breeze like a promise of good things to come.

I rolled my shoulders, still feeling the delicious ache from last night—hell, from theentirenight—with Sadie.

My lips curled slightly at the memory of her beneath me, the way she gasped my name, the way she let go completely in my hands.

Fuck, she was something else. Fierce, and so much fun. But when she gave in, she did it with everything she had.

It made me hungry for more.

Right now, though, I had a kitchen to run.

The Foundry sat at the corner of Main and Oak, a building that had once been a run-down metal shop before we turned it into something else entirely. A kitchen-bakery-butchery hybrid,bringing all of our talents together in a way that created a brand-new venture for Medford.

We had The Brewed Bean Café, a quaint coffee shop, and the Sweet Maple Bakery, which created day-to-day sweet treats. But we covered everything else.

Catering, specialty meats, custom pastries—you name it, we did it.

And in a town like Medford, stepping on toes wasn’t an option. We complemented, never competed.

The exterior was all dark brick and steel accents, the windows stretching wide, letting the morning light spill inside. I took a second to appreciate it, what we’d built—what Kai, Adam, and I had poured our souls into.

I pushed the door open, and the scent of fresh bread and caramelized sugar wrapped around me like a damn embrace.

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