Page 15 of Stalked By the Accountant

Two souls joined, now and forever. No matter what obstacles we may face, our love will endure. Of that, I have no doubt.

And after we come together, we begin again.

Our lips meet in a slow, sensual kiss that ignites a blaze of passion inside me. Jack's hands slide down to cup my ass, pulling me tighter against him so I can feel the hardness of his arousal again.

A moan escapes me as desire pools between my legs. I've missed this—missedhim. No one has ever made me feel the way Jack does.

"Fuck, Becca, I can't get enough of you. I'll always need you," he rasps against my mouth.

"Same," I agree in a breathy sigh. "Take me again, Jack."

Jack leans down to capture one of my nipples in his mouth, teasing the sensitive bud until I cry out.

My back arches, pressing my breast deeper into his mouth. Jack reaches down to slide his hand between my thighs.

"You're fucking beautiful," he growls, stroking his fingers through my slick folds. "Is this all for me?"

"Yes," I gasp. "Only for you."

Jack adds a finger, then another, pumping them in and out of my core until I'm trembling on the edge of release. But I don't want to come this way. I want to feel him inside me.

"Jack, please," I beg. "I need you now."

He removes his fingers and sits up, revealing his impressive length. The sight of him makes me ache with desire.

I open my legs in invitation, a silent plea for him to fill me.

In one swift move, he buries himself to the hilt inside me. We both groan at the sensation, pausing for a moment to appreciate the feeling of being joined again.

Then Jack begins to move, slow and deep at first, but quickly building to a primal rhythm. The pleasure is almost too intense, spiraling through my body like wildfire.

Our moans and cries of ecstasy fill the room as we race toward climax together. When it hits, it's all-consuming and powerful, leaving me shattered in its wake.

Jack collapses on top of me, his heart pounding against my chest. I wrap my arms around him, savoring the warmth and intimacy of the moment.

This is where we belong—together, always.

EPILOGUE

Six Months Later

Jack

I foldanother shirt and place it in the open cardboard box on the bed. Becca hums along to the pop song playing from her phone as she neatly stacks books into an identical box.

"I can't believe we're finally doing this," she says, brushing a strand of chestnut hair behind her ear. Her smile is radiant.

"I know. It feels like a dream." I wrap my arms around her waist from behind, breathing in the floral scent of her shampoo. "Soon this will be our reality every day."

She turns and kisses me, her lips soft and warm. "I'm so excited. Just think—we can decorate however we want. No more clashing furniture styles."

I chuckle. "No more fighting over what to watch on TV."

"Mmm, yes. I can't wait to snuggle with you on our new couch and binge-watch awful reality shows."

"As long as I'm with you, I'm happy." I kiss the top of her head and return to packing.

We work in comfortable silence, occasionally catching each other's eye and exchanging giddy grins. The future stretches before us, bright and full of promise.

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