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"I'll do my best," Toven said. "Goodnight, everyone." The transmission ended.

A few more minutes passed as Darlene was hugged and kissed on her cheeks, and then it was the four of them in the room. Him and Darlene, Geraldine, and Roni.

"Come, my grandson," Geraldine said. "Your mom needs to get dressed and go home."

Roni leaned over Darlene and pulled her into a fierce embrace. "Could you have ever imagined a day like this when you were still with Leo?"

"Not in my wildest fantasies."

"Welcome to forever, Mom."

57

SOFIA

"You need to get some sleep." Marcel rubbed Sofia's arm.

He was spooning her on the narrow bed in the children's room, which was too small for both of them and not long enough either. But it was better than sleeping in a tent out in the cold. Sylvia got the other bed, and the only other room was occupied by Toven and Mia.

Marcel had offered to sleep on the couch in the living room, but Sofia needed him near her.

"I'm too anxious to sleep."

He nuzzled her neck. "I can provide a distraction."

She would have loved to get distracted, but they weren't alone, and Sylvia had probably heard Marcel's whispers.

"We are not alone," she whispered as quietly as she could.

"Sylvia is asleep."

"How do you know? She might be pretending."

"I can hear her breathing. It's slow and deep." As he trailed kisses down her throat, his hand skimmed her hip, circled over her belly, and snaked under the elastic of her pajama pants. "If you remain very quiet, she won't hear you." His fingers brushed over the top of her slit but didn't reach where she needed them. "Is that distracting enough?" He nipped her earlobe.

Swallowing the moan rising in her throat, Sofia pushed her bottom against his hard length, and his answering muffled groan was most satisfying.

His hand moved lower, the pads of his two longest fingers finally making contact with the bundle of nerves and drawing circles around it. "Is that enough?" He blew hot air into her ear.

"More," she whispered.

If Sylvia heard them and was pretending to sleep, Sofia was fine with that. She needed this.

He slipped his finger into her wet heat and then added another. "Good?" he whispered.

"Yes."

Pulling her pajama pants down with his other hand, Marcel added another long finger, and as he thrust in and out of her, he pulled down his own sweatpants and pressed his shaft to her ass.

For several long moments, he rubbed himself against her bottom in sync with his fingers moving inside of her, and as another moan rose in her throat, he clamped his hand over her mouth and replaced his fingers with his erection.

That was more than she'd bargained for, and Sylvia would no doubt wake up from their activity, but Sofia was beyond caring.

Licking at Marcel's fingers, she concentrated on the feel of him thrusting in and out of her so gently that the bed didn't make a sound. It was a delicious slow burn, and she knew she would climax the moment he added his fingers to the play, but would he be able to reach his own release at such a slow and gentle pace?

Turning her head back as far as she could, she offered him her lips, and he took them with a savage need.

When he pressed the tops of his fingers to that most sensitive spot, the tension inside of her curled until her body went taut and then snapped.

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