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“Thanks,” Brynn said, her gaze darting between Jude and Esme as Jude towed her toward the exit. “For the pep talk.”

“Anytime,” Esme called after her.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Tuck advised.

“Is there anything he wouldn’t do?” Brynn asked Jude.

He hit the release bar on the exit door and they spilled out into the sunshine. “Not much.” His hand tight on hers, he smiled. “Do we need to stop for anything on the way home?”

“Maybe some lube,” she said breezily. “I think I’d like you to woo my butt tonight.”

His grin spread, his eyes like bright blue flames. “You would?”

“Why not? Carpe the goddamn diem,” she declared.

“Oh, I’ll seize it,” he vowed, eyes glittering. “I’ll seize the hell out of it.”

“I’m counting on it,” she said smugly and, with his hand in hers, walked into her future.

EPILOGUE

THANKSGIVING

“We’re going to be late,” Jude moaned.

Brynn lifted her head to peer, squinty-eyed, at the clock on the bedside table. Without her glasses, the numbers were a glowing blur. “We have time,” she decided and went back to lapping at his balls.

“We told them we’d be there by one,” he protested.

She noticed he made no effort to move away from her tongue. “So text Tuck and tell him we’re running late.”

“No way.” He shifted his legs apart and drew his knees back, giving her more room. “He’ll know why.”

“I don’t care.” She sunk her teeth into his thigh, delighting in his shiver. “After tomorrow you’re on the road for two weeks. I’m getting mine while I can.”

“Getting yours?” he repeated, laughing, then let out a grunt when she slipped her lubed thumb into his ass. “Fuck, I love it when you do that.”

“I know,” she said smugly, and with her thumb working his prostate, slid her mouth down his shaft.

She’d been teasing him for a while so it didn’t take long for him to come, grunting and groaning as he spurted into her mouth, hips bucking so hard he almost dislodged her hand.When he finally collapsed, panting, on the mattress, she slipped her thumb free, gave his still pulsing penis a final, loving lick, and crawled up to lay beside him.

“We’re going to be late,” she announced.

He opened one eye to glare at her. “You think you’re funny.”

“I’m hilarious,” she told him, and with a smacking kiss on the cheek, rolled out of bed. “I’m going to take a shower.”

His response was a grunt.

“And see if the shower wand here is as good as the one in your place.”

“You’re going to masturbate with a hotel shower wand?” he demanded, lifting his head. “Do you know how many other people have probably done that in there?”

She stopped halfway to the bath, wrinkling her nose. “Oh. Ew.”

“Damn right, ew.” He shook his head. “What’s wrong with you, woman?”

“I’m horny,” she complained, putting some pout into her voice.

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