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“We will?”

“I have my presentation tomorrow morning. I need to sleep.”

“Looks like we’re going to bed early because I love seeing you naked and I refuse to keep my hands off you all night.” He smiled. “But I will give you a nice orgasm that will put you right to sleep.”

“You’re such a gentleman,” I said dryly.

“I try.”

* * *

The next morning, Preston woke me up with his tongue between my legs. After he brought me to climax, he slid into me and rocked us both to orgasm—my second of the morning.

After, he lay in my arms while I ran my hands up and down his strong back. He was still inside me, and it seemed he didn’t want to leave as much as I didn’t want him to go.

I was nervous about my presentation, but we only had one more night left after this. Tomorrow, we were going home after the conference wrapped up.

Not only would he go back to his life and I would go back to mine, but we’d also have to share both of them with a toddler. I loved my son to pieces, but it was nice to spend time with Preston, just the two of us, like it used to be. Before things changed.

“I had an idea.”

“Hmm?” he asked from the crook of my neck.

“Let’s skip the party tonight.” A party in the loosest sense of the word was what the hosts of the conference were putting on tonight. “Let’s go do our own thing. It’s our last night in Vegas, and you and I will be done with our conference stuff by this afternoon.”

I hadn’t wanted to do anything last night because I was no longer in my early twenties. I needed sleep if I was going to do a good job today. And the night before, we’d gotten too caught up in each other to go out after we put on the show for Theo.

Preston took a deep breath and rose up on his forearms. “I think that sounds like a lot more fun than hanging out with a bunch of stuffy lawyers.”

* * *

“You’re all hooked up and ready to go.” The IT guy pointed to the projection screen behind me to show me that it was a mirror image of what was on my computer.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll just be in the corner if you run into any problems.”

I smiled nervously. “Thanks.”

He jumped off the small stage, and I was alone.

People were still coming into the conference room, and I didn’t know if it was a good thing or a bad thing. I wanted them to be interested in what I had to say, but also, the more people who came in meant there was that many more to silently judge me.

I knew deep down that I was getting into my own head. The audience wasn’t even everyone at the conference, much less every lawyer in the country. I could do this.

Still, it was hard to keep that in mind when it seemed like the whole hotel had arrived and the lights were dimmed on everyone but me.

I was given the signal to start, and I took a deep breath. Grabbing on to the podium, I said, “Good morning. My name is Delaney St. James, and I am a family court judge for Hennepin County in Minnesota.”

The doors opened in the back, and a lone figure stepped into the room. Even though it was dark, I knew immediately that it was Preston.

A sense of calm came over me, and I realized I really could do this. He’d been my rock for so many years and through all of my career changes, and it looked like, today, he still was.

TWENTY

PRESTON

“I can’t believewe have to go back home tomorrow,” Delaney said and took a sip from her cocktail.

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