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Knees wide, she moves my fingers down her torso, past her belly button, to her slick need.

When I glide the bar over her clit, she lifts her ass and moans, “Mmm. Feels so good.”

My fucking heart thumps like crazy. “You are so beautiful, babe.”

“More.” Her eyes squeeze shut.

“Not yet.” Picturing water sloshing all over the wood floor, I pick her up, dry her off, and rush her to the bed.

Hips high, on all fours, she peers over her shoulder as I enter her tight sheath. Damn, the first squeeze almost sets me off. With an index finger on her nub, I thrust repeatedly.

As we gather speed, the entire world disappears.

She bucks. I drive.

Skin slaps skin.

“Sean!” The suddenness of her orgasm thrills me.

My balls swell, my center coils. Gasping, I blast inside her, fucking rainbows and unicorns filling my head.

I may be dead, but what a way to go.

Chapter 27

Lillian

Eyes closed, Sean collapses beside me. As his breathing slows, the lines etched across his face fade away. Rolling onto my side, I trace a finger along his collarbone.

“You do realize I love you, Mister Clark.”

“Mmm.” The corner of his mouth lifts. “No more taking chances, babe… ’k?”

“Goose and gander. We’re in this together.” Realizing I haven’t eaten since lunch, I swing my feet over the edge of the bed. “I’m going foraging. Can I get you anything?”

One eye cracks open. “I could eat.”

“Is that a promise?” Bending at the waist, I comb my fingers through the many snarls in my sex-tousled hair.

Snickering, he lightly slaps my ass. “Nope. A guarantee.”

My smile wide, I pad to the kitchen where I gather up thick slices of bread, smoked turkey, ham, and cheddar from the well-stocked refrigerator. While layering the sandwiches, my thoughts drift to home. I miss my Buddy. I miss the life I had before my father decided to make me his brood mare. I also miss Grams and Becks. I wonder if they’re behaving at the Brooklyn safe house.

As I’m about to add the mustard, Sean appears behind me and hands me a beer.

When he tries to steal the last slice of cheese, I slap his hand. “Drop it, buster, or I’m buying a wooden spoon. I mean it.”

He nibbles my neck. “Seen my shirt by any chance?”

“Ceiling fixture.” I point down the hall.

Trotting away, he returns, speaking into the mic attached to his collar. “Thanks for covering… yup… you’re hilarious… yeah, in a few.”

“Oh my God. The comms weren’t on while we were…” Face heated, I whisper, “having sex?”

He glances at me as if I’m the crazy one. “What? It wasn’t like you squealed or anything weird.”

“That’s it. I’m moving to Siberia.” Never, ever going to be able to face the guys again.