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My cheek is against her stomach. And I hold her tight.

I holdmy wifetight.

She lets out a laugh. And I can feel it travel through her body.

And that’s it.

I shift my hold on her, and I stand, Tilda slung over my shoulder.

She lets out a shriek of surprise and presses her hands into my lower back. “Ethan.”

I run my palm up the back of her thigh, loving the feel of her, needing the weight of her.

“Ethan Grant.” She tries to sound stern, but I nuzzle my cheek against her hip and hear her sigh.

I slide my hand farther up her thigh and find the tiny shorts she has on under her dress.

I grunt in approval as I carry her out of the gazebo.

No one else should be back here, but if someone catches a glimpse of us, they won’t see her bare ass.

I circle around to the backside of the structure, then follow an old footpath farther into the woods.

“Mr. Park Ranger, we cannot fuck in the park.”

I wedge my hand between her legs, pressing up against her core.

Her heat spears through me, and I lengthen my stride.

“Language, Mrs. Park Ranger.” I follow the path as it turns. “And we’re not fucking in the park. I’m taking you home.”

Chapter 177

Tilda

Ethan slidesme down his body as he lowers my feet to the ground.

I feel all of him.

Every inch of him.

We stand next to his truck that’s parked in the middle of the forest, staring at each other.

I want to drag his mouth to mine. And I know he wants to kiss me too.

But we don’t.

Because we both know once we start, we won’t stop. And we can’t get naked in the park. In broad daylight. In moaning distance ofOpening Day.

Opening Day for Uncle Jack’s Wilderness Camp.

The warmth of Ethan’s love fills every inch of my body.

And looking up at him, I smile.

Ethan’s mouth matches my own, his lips tipping up at the edges.

“Take me home,” I whisper.

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