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I climax with a cry, shaking wildly in his arms as the pleasure drowns me, a rush of sweetness in my veins. But Saint doesn’t pause for breath. He slides out and spins me around, sitting me up on the edge of the vanity, facing him now.

He parts my thighs, and kisses me deeply, and this time, when he sinks back into me, it’s infinitely slow.

My God…

My body is still trembling from the force of my first orgasm, but now I’m on the edge of another all over again. Fuck, it’s overwhelming, the slow drag of his cock inside me, pushing deep, as his tongue invades my mouth. A wave of sensation envelops me, every nerve in my body on fire as his body crowds in closer, chest to chest, his hips grinding pressure on my clit with every stroke, and his cock…

God, his cock is stretching me open, the sweet friction stoking a fire that curls at the base of my spine, flames racing through my bloodstream. Setting the world ablaze. There’s nowhere to hide. Nothing but the two of us, and Saint, everywhere, all around me,insideme, taking me to heaven and back.

“Say it again,” Saint demands, and when I open my eyes, I find him staring at me with a ragged desperation in his gaze. A man clinging to the edge of self-control. “Say I’m the only one.”

“It’s you,” I cry, as he rocks into me again.Oh. God. “It’s only you. Saint, I love you!”

“Tessa…” he chokes out my name, thrusting faster now, an animal force taking over the both of us. “Fuck, I’ve got you. I’ve got you, darling. I swear. I’ll never let anyone hurt you.Never…”

The blaze becomes an inferno, devouring everything in its path as my climax rips through me. I come apart with a scream, and Saint answers with a roar, embedding himself deep as I spasm in pleasure, our orgasms taking us over, fusing us together as one.

But it’s only as the pleasure ebbs, and I can think straight again that I realize what he was saying.

Danger is coming.

And maybe I should be more scared, but right now, locked in Saint’s embrace, body wild with pleasure as we gasp for air, I’ve never felt safer.

Because I know this is the only place I belong. With him.

Forever.

Chapter7

Tessa

With everything that’s been happening, Annabelle’s bachelorette party is the last place I want to be.

“I’m not in the mood for a spa day,” I warn Saint, dressing that morning. The invitation said ‘girls’ day glam’… Whatever that means.

“Which is why you need it. We agreed, business as usual,” he points out, as I select a matching silk set in cream, shot through with subtle gold threads—about as close to sparkly as my wardrobe gets. “And usual, in this case, business means a party. We can’t let anyone know that Wren is back, or that anything is different than last week.”

“I know,” I sigh reluctantly. “But did you see the itinerary Annabelle’s assistant sent over? It’s laminated and glittery, with ‘champers breaks’ every half hour.”

He smirks. “Sounds like fun to me. What else are you going to do, sit around the house all day alone, worrying?” he adds.

“Yes,” I grumble.

He laughs. “You’ll be eating cupcakes and getting pampered, lucky bugger. Meanwhile, I have to go into the office, and pretend to care about budget breakdowns.”

“Still no word from Phillip?” I ask, anxious.

Saint shakes his head. “He said it might be a few days, before he could zero in on the hidden servers. We don’t want to raise suspicions at Ashford,” he adds, and I nod, sighing.

“I just wish we didn’t have to do any more sneaking around.”

“Let me worry about that today,” Saint says, dropping a kiss on my lips. “Today, your job is to have a good time.”

I give him a look.

“Alright, a tolerable one,” he modifies, smiling. “But at the very least, you can take comfort in the fact that there’ll be excellent food.”

Which is how I wound up in the middle of a luxury spa with Annabelle and a dozen of her very best friends, slathered with face masks, wrapped in matching monogrammed robes and sipping champagne.

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