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Ollie pulls out till just the tip is still inside and then thrusts back in. “Your pussy is pure heaven,”

My hands grip his shoulders, nails digging into my flesh hard enough to leave marks in his skin as he ups the pace of his thrusting.

He brings one hand to my clit, moving in a circular motion, and applies more and more pressure each time. The more pressure he applies, the quicker I feel my release approaching.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I shout, throwing my head back, hitting the tile with a soft thud.

“Shit,” he hisses and quickly pulls out. Ollie strokes his cock until ropes of cum shoot down toward the drain. He falls carefully against my body as he tries to calm his breathing.

“For the record, I didn’t plan that.”

I laugh, and his head bounces against my shoulder.

“Well, you won’t see me complaining.”

“Oh, I’m definitely not either, but I have other plans for us.”

He turns the shower off and retrieves two towels from the hook. “Arms up.”

I comply as he wraps a large, fluffy towel around my body before doing the same with his own. I turn to head toward the bathroom, but once again, I’m swept off my feet and let out a yelp. Ollie picks me up bridal style and carries me to the bedroom.

He lays me down in the center of the bed and unwraps the towel like I’m a Christmas present.

“I’m not sure what I did to deserve you.” His voice is heavy with emotion that I can tell he’s holding back.

Ollie settles between my thighs after discarding his towel. He kisses me, both breathless and back to life. I didn’t realize that kissing could feel like this. Hell, I didn’t think any of this could be like this. But Ollie has shown me that there’s so much more to life.

This time when he slides into me, it’s not fucking. He takes his time worshipping me, as if he were committing every inch and moment to memory. If anything, I would think this is what they call “making love.” It’s tender and so much more.

I’m not sure how long we stay connected, making love over and over until we can’t keep our eyes open anymore. Ollie envelops me in his arms with my back to his front, our arms and legs intertwined.

I’m somewhere between awake and unconsciousness when I feel his lips against my temple, and I swear I hear him say, “I can’t be selfish and ask you to stay, even if that means I have to let you go, but you’ll take my heart with you.”

Chapter 27

Hollie

“Great job, everyone,” Brynn says, where she sits cross-legged on her blue mat. It doesn’t matter that she is finishing up her third class of the day; she is glowing.

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No one even seems to notice me moving around the floor. I make sure not to be in anyone’s way. I look down at the camera and smile at the shot. This job suits Brynn Murphy perfectly. She has such a sweet disposition and a calming touch. I knew I liked her the moment we met, and she wrapped me in a warm hug.

“We will cater a small lunch in the cafe. Shayla will host a meditation in the sunrise room at two, and I hope to see you all there.”

The class claps before everyone rises to clean up. I head over to where I had stashed my bag in the corner.

“Hey.” Brynn smiles.

“How are you not dead on your feet? I’m exhausted just watching you.”

Brynn laughs. “I’m used to it. Plus, I get plenty of training at home chasing a toddler. But in all honesty, I don’t even notice. I love what I do, so it’s basically second nature.”

I nod, totally understanding. Watching me on my feet all day might exhaust some people, too, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.

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