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Everything comes crashing down on me at once. He loves me. As much as I love him.

“I love you,” he repeats.

On a broken sob, I whisper, “I love you, too.”

Chapter 32 - Trent

While my girlfriend’s getting a manicure and pedicure, I stayed back in the hotel room and put the finishing touches on my latest song. Since I wrote “Cordy,” lyrics have been flowing so much the guys are now behind with their melodies.

“Hey! I’m back!”

“Out on the patio,” I call. I left the sliding glass door open for when she got back. Our new addition, Tenor, is sound asleep on the sofa.

Within seconds, Cordy comes up behind me and throws her arms around my neck, showing off her new purple nails. She kisses my cheek. “How’s it coming?”

I snap my book shut and drop the not-blank book onto the table. “Just finished another song.” Pulling her fingers to my mouth, I kiss each newly painted nail.

Her eyes shine at my attention. “That’s great!” She walks around and straddles my lap, flexing her feet so her matching purple toenails dance. “Want to celebrate?”

Her throaty voice wafts over my body, her lips meet mine, and I’m a goner. Like every other time we kiss, our passion explodes into a million points of light. Ever since the awful day in Newark, we’ve been inseparable. Apex happily returned our replacement social media manager to his prior band, so Cordy’s back working with us. Where she belongs. The guys have started razzing me about joining their marriage club—and I know they’re right. But at this moment, it’s time for more pressing matters.

Reaching down, I skim my hands up her bare legs. Gotta love summer. My fingers go under her skirt and slip inside her panties to her very wet core. Her hips rock.

“Oh, yes, Trent!”

But I don’t want to finger fuck my girl. I leave her pussy and wrap my hands around the sides of her panties and pull. A rending sound fills the air. “Oops.”

“You’re so bad.” Her hips move from side to side as I toss the now ruined scrap of material over my shoulder and into the suite. Guess she’s not too upset.

I shove my shorts down and my woman closes her hand around me. When she squeezes, I swear more stars join tonight’s night sky. But I don’t want a hand job either.

Thanking all things holy for having given up condoms a month ago, I extract my cock from her hand and point it directly upward. She shimmies over me and sinks down in one hard thrust.

I make an unintelligible noise. “You feel so good.”

“Back at ya.”

I allow myself a moment to enjoy how her bare channel cloaks me. Welcomes me. Milks me from the inside out. My hands reach out to her hips and guide her into a very hard rhythm. If anyone were to see us—which is highly unlikely given our high floor—their show would be obscured by her skirt. But not by the way her back bows. Or how she throws her head backward.

She groans, “You’re so deep.”

I push her faster. My body wants to come, but not before she does. My golden rule. She clenches around me so hard I start coming without permission. Thankfully, she’s screaming my name at this very instant.

When my ecstasy recedes a fraction, I lean back into the chair and bring her with me. From the outside, she’s still dressed, yet we’re intimately connected. Her forehead rolls against my pecs.

“It gets better every time. Although,” she adds with a giggle, “I might not be able to survive if we kick it up any more.”

“I think we need to test your theory.” I find her earlobe and bite, causing her to squirm on my dick. Swatting her ass, I add, “Like, right now.” Our second coupling is much slower, but no less passionate.

In bed, I hold my naked girlfriend while she tugs on my dreads. “Did you catch Joey’s hair today? It’s even more wild than usual.”

I laugh. “We’ve been harassing him about it for the past week. He keeps claiming he doesn’t have time for a haircut, especially since we’re not in a city for more than a day or two at a time.”

She giggles. “We’re going to have to do something about it or change his name to Cousin Itt.”

I return her laugh. God, it feels so good to relax next to her like this. Talking about Joey’s hair leads me to think about her sister. Who still needs to have her mouth washed—although, truth be told, I’ve not heard her curse like she did to me on the phone ever again. “Have you heard from Juanita lately?”

Her fingers make their way to my pecs, and she traces circles. “Yeah. Classes are going well, and she’s loving them. She and two other friends are going to get an apartment in Manhattan, and she’ll be looking for a job soon.”

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