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That beautiful groan escapes him as I ride him, bringing myself up to the tip and dropping down, the sensation of fullness inside me incredible. I encircle his wrists, encouraging him to cup my breasts, loving the way he shapes my weight, the way he gently thumbs my nipples, the way he gazes at me like I’m the second coming. I’ve missed that adoration.

His lips part in soundless wonder as I change the angle of my hips, bearing down on him, that elusive edge hurtling closer, and I brace my hands on his chest, ready for it. This man makes me feel more than I ever have in life. And I’m never letting him go again.

My mouth trembles as my climax steals over me, bucking against him, unable to help my shaky moan. He grips my hips, steadying me as he thrusts roughly, voice low as he says, “Let me hear you, baby. What I do to you.”

I collapse against him, groaning the same as he did earlier, not caring how desperate I sound. How out of control. How completely gone for him I am. I’ll never hide anything from him again, including my reaction to him.

He follows soon after, his hold on me tightening as his rhythm goes jerky, the wordless sounds he makes bringing a smile to my lips.

He kisses me deeply after he finishes, still inside me, the two of us connected. If I could, I’d stay like this forever.

Eventually, he gets up to head into the bathroom, and I sit up, realizing I should text Serena and Mom to let them know I won’t be home tonight, and tiptoe out to get my purse.

When I return, Connor’s sitting on the edge of the bed, frowning at the space I vacated. I come up behind him, hugging his middle.

“I had this awful thought that you’d left,” he whispers, intertwining his fingers with mine. “That I’d lost you again.”

I press a kiss to his shoulder. “I just wanted to text my sister and mom that I won’t be back home till tomorrow so they don’t worry.”

He squeezes my hand, almost reflexively. “I never want to go through any of this again. Losing you… I couldn’t even process it.”

“I’m here,” I promise. “Forever. There are no more skeletons in my closet.”

He gives a soft grunt. “And hopefully none in mine. Dave mentioned something earlier in the week about keeping Dad’s secrets. I was afraid to ask what he was referring to.”

I can only imagine. “Well, if it hasn’t come out by now, it probably won’t. But whatever happens, I’m by your side.”

He’s quiet for a moment, his shoulders releasing a tightness I didn’t even realize was there. “It’s good to hear that.”

I hug him tighter, wishing I could soothe him more. “You never have to worry about that again. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you before.”

“I understand.” He turns to face me, taking my hands in his. “And I trust you. I do. I just needed some time to pull my head out of my ass. Archer helped with that.” He grins briefly, looking down at our joined hands. “I remembered all the other ways you’ve shown me you’re there for me. Helping me come to terms with my dad, my job, this new life I’ve been handed. I wouldn’t have made it through the last few weeks without you.”

He rubs his thumb over my knuckles and looks up at me, the love in his gaze melting my heart.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you too. Hearing you tell me everything your dad put you through, that you had to do it all alone… I was an ass for reacting the way I did initially.”

“Connor, you were totally justified. But I don’t want either of us to be weighed down by guilt anymore. Can we start fresh?”

“I can’t think of anything I want more.”

He lays me down then, my back to his front, and pulls the covers over us. I’m surrounded by him, luxuriating in his body heat warming me through, the heavy weight of his arm wrapped around me, his soft breaths against the nape of my neck. I sink into the plush mattress, peace filling me.

I have no idea what tomorrow will hold, so much changing in my life in such a short period of time, but I know there’s no one else I’d rather have by my side. Protecting me. Understanding me. Loving me.

I have everything I need.

Epilogue

Connor - 1 year later

“Oh, he’s not busy. You can go right on in.”

I glance up at the sound of Vivian’s voice from outside my office, the woman who enters bringing a smile to my face. Wild red curls. Delicious curves. And a mouth so sinful, it makes my knees weaken remembering the stuff she said to me in bed last night.

“Hey, baby,” Emma says, rounding my desk to give me a kiss.

I set down the sheaf of papers I was holding. Dave’s report on the new AI his team created can wait. “How’d it go?” I ask. “Did they approve the loan?”

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