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He yelled my name. Shouted out in pleasure. Groaned in desire. Praised me.

“That’s my good girl.”

“Yes, strangle my cock. Fuck. Yes.”

“Like that. Yes…yes…yes!” he roared.

And then the world stood still. Our bodies peaked, slowed, then stopped. He heaved a long sigh, dropping his head to his chest. I collapsed on the mattress, boneless, spineless, unable to form words or thoughts. He kissed one ankle, then the other, loosening my legs from his shoulders. Pulling out of me, leaving me aching and empty for him. He stretched out beside me, dropping an arm over my torso, and for a few moments, there was no sound aside from our breathing.

Then he spoke, his voice gravelly and low.

“Holy shit.”

I started to giggle at his words. He began to laugh, his amusement muffled in the pillow. My giggles turned into guffaws, and he rolled, tugging me close.

“I should be insulted that you’re laughing after my efforts.”

“I’m not laughing at your efforts,” I assured him. “I’m laughing at your observation of your efforts. Short but completely accurate.”

He started to laugh again. “I think I might have short-circuited my brain. That last orgasm was pretty intense.”

“All of mine were,” I mused.

He rose up on his elbow. “All of them? As in, more than two?”

“Maybe.”

He grinned. “Then I did my job.” He bent and kissed me softly. “As did you. Thank you, Cherry G. You were exactly what I needed today.”

I smiled, running my hand through his hair. “You’re welcome.”

“Now, how about some cake?”

I frowned. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Celebrate this day with me. Maybe one day, I can introduce you to Josh.”

“I’d like that.”

He bent and kissed me again. “So would I.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

Dom

“Hey, you okay?” Chase asked the next day with a frown. “You’ve been quiet all day.”

“I’m good. I’ve got a lot on my mind.”

“Come on. Charly’s got lunch. She’s serving it outside.”

“I’m working on this⁠—”

He waved his hand, cutting me off. “Everyone’s taking their turn. It’s ours now. The office is covered, and the customer isn’t coming to pick up their truck until tomorrow.”

With a sigh, I set down my tools, wiping my hands. I knew when to give up on an argument. I had been so lost in thought, I hadn’t even noticed others leaving to eat.

I followed Chase outside, sitting at the picnic table. Charly had outdone herself, as usual. Burgers and sausages from the grill tempted me. A huge pasta salad looked incredible.