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“I am?” I ask, and he nods. “In that case, give me your hands.”

When he holds them out, I put his palms on my breasts and hold them exactly where I want them. I start moving his hands in circular motions, massaging my breasts, the pulse of need building between my thighs and making it impossible not to sink down on that thick steel of his erection.

I take all of him in, as deep as he can go. He cries out, a hot groan that sets fireworks off low in my tummy. This is going to be quick for me. I’m halfway there from those slow torturous kisses.

I lift up, until he’s almost completely withdrawn from my body and then sink down again. He feels good. Amazing. So I lean forward, kiss him. His hand comes up to the back of my head and he holds me in the kiss. His tongue strokes, his teeth nip, he takes control of both the kiss and the pace. One hand on my hip pulling me down to meet his upward thrust.

My orgasm builds quickly, takes over me by surprise. I shout out his name as I’m thrown over the edge into that beautiful oblivion of bursting with fireworks. I’m barely back down to earth when he’s flipping us over, and thrusting in deeper, and my body lights up again. Instantly ready for the climb to the next one.

Any finesse or even consideration is lost. He’s unleashed as he lifts my knee and pushes into me, deeper still, this time hitting that magic little spot deep inside that makes the feelings ten times more intense.

“Sean!” I cry out. “I’m…holy crap, I’m coming again!”

Three more of those deep thrusts and I’m blown apart. Every part of my body clenches as I scream out his name. In return, he roars out mine, and we’re both rocket to the stars.

When I finally float down from the heady rush of orgasm, we’re a hot, sweaty, heavy breathing tangle of limbs, and there’s nowhere I’d rather be.

Lying in Sean’s arms is my favorite place in the whole world and the words I swore I’d never say to him again fall from my lips. “I love you.”

CHAPTER 15

SEAN

I can’t do it.

I can’t wake her to sedate the craving my body demands she satisfy. She looks so peaceful. She never looks this relaxed awake. But her sexy new haircut is stirring my libido. It’s the way it lies across her cheek, begging me to touch the smooth strands.

Oh hell! I can’t resist.

I reach out and brush the strands away from her cheek and tuck them behind her ear, exposing the bare skin of her neck—that sensitive spot that I know drives her insane with desire. I want her.

I place my lips where her hair had been. “I love you, Sparkle.”

“Again?” she replies with a sleepy smile in response. “You’re insatiable.”

“I am.” I nuzzle closer to her. “But you’re under strict medical orders to rest.”

“Kill joy.” She groans but her frown is short lived. Her sleepy relaxed expression returns. “You’re going back to Stephi?”

Argh. Stephi! I glance at the clock. I’m the worst parent in the world! “Mm-hmm.” I nuzzle her ear again. “I am. Sweet dreams.”

I climb out of bed and fumble through the dark, using the dim light from my cell phone to find my scattered clothes. I slip into the bathroom to dress before I sneak silently from her suite.

I need to talk to Stephi.

I need to explain what is happening between me and Ashleigh. I need to be honest with my daughter. I want her with me in LA. But I don’t want to choose between them. Somehow, I need to convince Stephi that Ashleigh isn’t a bad person.

A flickering blue hue lights up my suite as I open the door. She’s still up?

Crap. I thought I’d have more time to think about what I’m going to say. But now is as good a time as any to talk to her if she’s still awake. Buried beneath a bundle of quilted lilacs, I can just about make out Stephi’s blonde hair on the pillows. She’s asleep. I reach for the TV remote and flick the TV into standby mode.

“Dad?” Her sleep drenched voice pulls at my heart. Guilt floods my system as I realize I’ve woken her up. “What’s wrong?”

“Sorry Princess, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I was waiting for you.” She shuffles under the quilt, sits up and reaches for a lamp, drenching the room in more soft light. “Where were you?” Her silver eyes, still heavy from sleep, shimmer with worry. “Aunt Julia came back hours ago.” When I don’t reply immediately, she accuses, “You were with Ashleigh.”

All right Anderson, do not screw this up again!

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