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With a slight tilt of her head, she mulled over his words, a faint smile playing on her lips. “I guess I was pretty badass.”

“Yeah, you are,” he repeated. “And what’s more, you remembered the hair clip.”

She laughed, still feeling pretty proud of herself for that. Then she swept the blanket off her lap and rose, moving to straddle him. “There’s something else I want to take control of right now.”

Her words made him instantly hard. He placed his hands on her hips, holding her in place. He could practically feel the heat of her core, even through the layers of clothes.

“And what’s that, my little Savi Moon.”

“Maybe it would be easier if I show you,” she whispered, closing the distance between them until their mouths met.

She didn’t hold back, her kiss a whirlwind of control that ignited a firestorm in him, his blood boiling with a heat unlikeanything he’d ever known. The taste of her, the feel of her, made him desperate to be buried deep inside her immediately.

He didn’t know how it happened, but clothes went flying and soon she was lowering herself onto his throbbing cock. He grasped her hips, holding her in place as pleasure swamped him. There was nothing better than being deep inside the woman he loved.

“Sawyer,” she moaned. “Gotta move.”

“Fuck yeah. Move, Savi.”

And she did. She lifted herself, then plunged back down. They both moaned. He kissed his way down her throat, nibbling on the sensitive spot by her ear, before moving farther south. He cupped a tit in one hand, squeezing the perfect handful. The nipple of the other one he’d sucked into his mouth and was now teasing it by swirling his tongue around it.

The sounds she made fueled him, and he switched it up. He licked his way over to her other tit, reaching lower with one hand. He found her clit and played. Her back arched, shoving her plump tit further into his mouth as she cried out.

With a hand on the back of her neck, he drew her back to him, taking her mouth in another scorching kiss. He could tell her legs were tiring, so he took control, and she let him. He gripped her hips, holding her in place as he thrust upward. With each plunge deep inside her, her wet heat slid along his cock, her muscles clenching so tightly that he muttered a curse through gritted teeth.

He tried to memorize every little thing. The way she clenched around him. The ease of his movements because of how slick she was. Her skin’s softness. Her intoxicating scent. The teasing motion of her tongue against his. The pleasure-induced whimpers she made. Everything. He wanted to remember all of it.

Their bodies were entwined, pulsating with a shared heartbeat, lost in the ecstasy of the moment. Her sharp cry echoed through the room and the mind-numbing initial pulse from her pussy contracting around his cock shattered his self-control.

With her second contraction hitting, he let out a gruff, “Holy fuck.” Another rough cry escaped her, and her next clench sent him over the edge. The heat surged up his spine, spreading quickly, engulfing him in its intense warmth. As he let go completely, all thought fled his mind, and with a roar shaking his chest, he pounded into her, staking his claim within her body, the seconds stretching into an eternity.

Savannah collapsed against his chest, breathing heavily. He held her there, wishing he could keep her there forever. Then he remembered they had the night off. Hecouldkeep her in his arms for the rest of the afternoon and all night long.

He stood with her in his arms. She wrapped her legs around him and clung like a spider monkey. The plan was a solid weight in his mind, and a feeling of anticipation thrummed in his chest. She was exactly where she belonged, held safely in his arms. And he’d keep her there.

All night long.

CHAPTER 32

The Kennedy Centershimmered in the late afternoon light, the gleaming marble catching gold from the setting sun. Inside, the main concert hall sat in hushed anticipation, empty of patrons but alive with possibility. Savannah stood center stage, arms loose at her sides, the residual final notes of her rehearsal humming through her body like a fading echo.

As the stage crew shuffled around and adjusted lights, Brian stepped beside her with a quiet smile. His usual stiffness had melted after the weeks of rehearsal. “You sound ready, as always,” he said, nodding to the Steinway behind her. “One more, huh?”

“One more,” she echoed with a small smile, wiping her hands on the silk wrap dress she wore. “And with the President in the audience, no pressure.”

He chuckled, though it sounded strained. “You’ll be perfect. Like always. It’ll be explosive,” he declared, his gaze lingering on her, eyes flicking with something unreadable.

Before she could respond, she heard the familiar rhythm of Sawyer’s footsteps echo through the wings.

He didn’t hesitate. He walked straight toward her, eyes locked on hers, every bit the solid force she had come to lean on.

He broke into a smile. “He’s in custody.”

She blinked. “What?”

Sawyer nodded, voice low and sure. “The Senator. Caught red-handed—arms dealing, espionage, embezzlement, conspiracy, all of it. They’re locking it down. Just got the word from Flint. He won’t be able to touch you ever again.”

Relief swept through her like a crashing wave. Her knees nearly buckled from the force of it, and without hesitation, Sawyer stepped closer, his hands wrapping around her body, holding her tightly against him, grounding her. Her eyes burned, but she didn’t cry. Not this time.

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