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It’s all the encouragement I need, pushing as deep into her as I can. My spine tingles with my release. Her orgasm is softer than last night, coming out on a soft sigh. Our mouths rejoin. My hand slips down between the apex of her succulent thighs, the combination of our release soaks my fingers immediately.

“My perfect girl.” I coo in ear, teasing my lips on the perfect spot just below as I collect everything that’s leaking out of her. I’ve quickly become addicted to the taste of us together and while I plan to always give Sage whatever she asks for, we don’t have the time for me to clean up the mess I’ve made properly. I do, however, have the time to push what I can back inside my girl, her surprised gasp as I tease her is utter perfection. “Do you want to shower first? Or relax for a little while longer while I hop in?” I ask before bringing my fingers to my mouth. I might have time for the full meal but I’d have to be dead to stop myself from having a little taste.

“Why does it have to be an either or situation?” Sage maneuvers her body so we’re facing each other, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. Before I can respond, she shuffles out of the bed and rushes over to the en suite. I stay in bed for a beat, enjoying the view of her luscious backside as it bounces with her every step.

A lot of decisions are going to be made today. The easiest by far was going to be joining the woman of my dreams in a steamy shower. I jump out of my bed and make my way to the bathroom. The shower’s on, steam filling the room, I’m captivated watching water cascade down her soft curves.

“Come on, lover boy. I’m not afraid to use all your hot water.” Chuckling, I join her in the shower.

“What do you say we get a little dirty before we get clean?” Her answering laugh echoes against the shower walls.

Fuck. I’m so in love with this woman.

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SAGE

Ineed to find a moment to sit and talk with York. My promise to stay is weighing heavy on my shoulders. I want it more than anything but we have to talk before I can make it official. After our final round in the shower, I reminded York that his declaration that I didn’t need any clothes last night means I’m stuck in his room unless he wants me to traumatize his niblings. He grumbled about hiding my ‘flawlessness’ was a crime but did get dressed and promised he’d be back up with my suitcase.

It’s awkward sitting on York’s bed naked with nothing but a towel to cover myself but I don’t have any doubts he’s going to pack up everything in my room and declare I’m staying in his room with him from here on out.

Not that I’m complaining.

I feel like a little girl, conjuring up ideas of what the future's going to hold. The whole Snyder family is like a dream compared to the Bergens. Two days post Thanksgiving, their daughter’s favorite holiday and not a single call or text wishing me a happy holiday.

I let myself be bitter for a moment, thinking about the radio silence. I’m sure I’ll hear from them again once their favorite daughter, Christi and her creepy husband have their baby. The newest bundle of joy will bring demands of preparing meals so Christi and Todd don’t have to worry about it. I can only imagine their reaction to me moving to another state.

Again.

Okay, the bitter moment’s over. The door knob’s turning and York’s rejoining me. Like I predicted, all of my worldly possessions have been lugged up to my new room.

“You’re killing me, honey.” York groans, dropping my suitcase and prowling over to me. His arms cage me in, pressing on each side as he leans down to kiss me hard. I’m never going to get over kissing this man.

“You’re incorrigible. I need to get dressed.”

I’d packed for comfort this trip, mostly leggings and oversized t-shirts with a cardigan or two just in case I got cold, figuring I had no one to impress. While I was at Bea’s home working, I wore basically the same thing and she never minded. I only forced myself into a pair of jeans or nicer top when Bea and I traversed out of the house to run errands or visit her friends.

Now that I was more than likely going to be spending much more time than just the originally planned week, I was feeling a little silly about my outfit choices. I’m definitely going to have to think about traveling back to Arizona sooner rather than later, to get more clothes at least.

If Bea makes the decision to stay in Colorado longer than her recovery takes, it will most likely be a few trips but with the likelihood that Bea would be moving into a permanent care facility, one where she’d have the support she’d need but still be able to be Bea and do the things she likes to do.

It was a harsh reality that I wouldn’t be able to provide Bea with the support she needed when I’ve done everything I could for her before we made this trip. Lost in my thoughts, I rummage through my suitcase. Plain green t-shirt that’s a few sizes too big, black leggings and a cardigan thrown on top.

I step into the bathroom to pull myself together. I take a beat to look at myself, my cheeks are flushed and my eyes bright. I feel slightly insane. What am I doing considering uprooting my whole life, for the second time, just because I liked my employer? I shake my head, my wet hair falling into my face. A knock on the door startles me back into action, I pull my hair up into a messy bun before calling out to York.

“Come in!”

“Reese has gotten breakfast set up. After Mars checked everything for nuts.” His voice drops, his brow furrowing with frustration. “If you’re ready. Mars is getting ready to head up to the hospital now.”

I offer York a quick nod, “I just need to put some socks on then I will be good to go, boss man.”

York follows me back into the bedroom, bending down on one knee as I sit on the bed. He gingerly takes my socks out of my hand, gesturing toward his leg. I can’t stop the small giggle that escapes as I lift my foot up and rest it on him.

Putting socks on has never in the history of the world been arousing but, somehow, York is making it happen. His fingers tease up and down my calf before pulling the ankle sock on. He places a soft kiss to my shin before dropping my now sock covered foot back to the ground, lifting my naked foot back up to repeat the process.

I’m squirming on the bed. Trying to relieve some of my discomfort by pressing my thighs together. “York.” My voice comes out like a whine. Pressing my legs together does nothing, so instead I open my legs apart as far as they can go.

“Oh, beautiful. You’re a temptress.” He runs his fingers up the seam of my leggings, pressing the lightest pressure right where I want—no, need—him.