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Before I knew it I was thrashing against the table. My orgasm shot through my body like a Category 5 hurricane. Wild, wet and whirling.

“That’s right, show me how much you missed me.” He didn’t let up thrusting into me as I came over and over again.

Before I knew it his body jerked and I could feel him filling me with his essence. We were an entanglement of drenched flesh. He collapsed onto me but was courteous enough to not lay his entire weight on me.

Even like that, even with me bent over a table, he was careful with our baby. That undid me faster than anything he had done with his mouth.

He pulled out and turned me onto my back on the table. He hooked my knees over his arms, pulled me to the edge, then slid back inside. This time, he made sure I was looking right at him. With the sunlight falling over us, I could see the sweat gathering at his temple and his jaw tightening. His eyes stayed on mine, and I couldn’t have looked away if I wanted to.

He leaned over me, braced his hands on either side of my head, and kept moving slow and deep until my eyes started to roll back.

“Open them,” he said.

I gazed back at him.

“You mine?”

“Ask me later.”

He let out a low laugh, then fucked me harder. How in the hell was he still hard?

“Don’t tap on me. You can cum for me again.” He grinned slyly.

I grabbed the edge of the table with both hands and held on. My heels dug into the backs of his thighs as I came again, calling his name loud enough to shake that damn chandelier. He came right behind me, pressing deep before dropping his forehead to my collarbone. I felt him trembling against me.

He kissed my sweet and salty neck. “I love you, Melody.”

It felt good to hear him say my real name.

For a long time we stayed like that, sweating on a dining table in the middle of the afternoon, his head on my chest and my fingers in his hair.

Then he lifted me off the table and carried me to the bedroom, laid me down in the middle of the bed, and climbed in beside me. He pulled me against his chest. His hand found my stomach again and stayed there.

“Why did you choose the name Skye?” he asked me, holding me closely.

“It was Golden’s middle name. I guess I did it in a way to honor her. Mercer is my maiden name.”

“Golden Skye? That’s beautiful. I’m so fuckin’ sorry for your loss and I promise Roman will pay,” he said caressing me.

As the high from my multiple orgasms began to settle, the guilt started to rise. Since we walked into this hotel, I hadn’t thought of my son.

I had no business feeling safe right now. My son was in danger.

“You thinking too loud,” Justice said into my hair.

“I’m fine.”

“You lyin’.”

I didn’t argue. He didn’t make me explain. He just held me tighter, and I hated how much that helped.

After a while he kissed my forehead. “Come get in the shower with me.”

The bathroom had a walk-in shower big enough for four people and a window that looked out over the trees. He turned the water on hot and pulled me under it with him. I let him wash my back because my arms were too heavy to do it myself. Then he squeezed shampoo into his palm and washed my hair, working his fingers slow against my scalp. Nobody had washed my hair since my mother. I closed my eyes and let the water run down my face so he couldn’t tell what else was.

We showered together in silence. Our energy doing all the communicating.

He turned the water off and wrapped a towel around me before he grabbed one for himself.