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I give the system long enough to make sure it keeps running, then switch off the box fan. Cool air is already starting to replace the thick heat in the kitchen.

I unbuckle the tool belt and leave it on the counter, yank my soaked shirt over my head, and head down the hall.

Goldie’s bathroom is almost as big as Colston’s bedroom, with a deep soaking tub under the windows and a walk-in shower enclosed in glass on the other side of the room.

She’s behind the glass with her back to me, rinsing shampoo from her hair.

I stop in the doorway and take my time watching her. Her dark hair hangs wet down the center of her back while water runs over her shoulders and spine, catching on the fullness of her ass before streaming down her thick thighs. She tips her head back beneath the spray, completely comfortable standing there naked, and all I can think about is getting my hands on her again.

Fuck, she’s gorgeous.

She catches me staring when she looks over her shoulder. “You planning to stand there all day?”

“I was enjoying the view.”

Her eyes drag slowly down my body. “You can enjoy it from in here.”

That’s all the invitation I need.

I toe off my sneakers, strip out of my jeans and boxers, and open the shower door.

The water is cool enough to feel fucking incredible against my overheated skin. Goldie shifts forward to give me room, and I step in behind her, sliding my arms around her waist.

She settles back against my chest.

My hand moves over her stomach almost on instinct.

Her belly still feels mostly the same beneath my palm, but somewhere under my hand is this tiny person we made.

Our kid.

I wonder if they’ll have Goldie’s laugh or wild streak. What they’ll be obsessed with when they’re five. Whether they’ll think flying into hurricanes is the coolest job in the world or tell everyone their dad is a complete fucking idiot.

The thought makes me smile against the side of her head.

Goldie covers my hand with hers, threading her fingers through mine over her stomach.

For a few seconds, we just stand under the water.

Then she turns in my arms and kisses me.

It catches me off guard for half a second because I’ve spent months thinking through every touch before I made it, making sure I stayed on the right side of whatever boundary she needed from me. Now she can turn around and kiss me because she wants to, and I get to kiss her back.

Finally.

I cup the side of her face and deepen the kiss. Her hands roam over my chest and stomach while my free hand slides down her back and grabs a handful of her ass. She presses closer when I squeeze, and fuck, I want my hands everywhere.

She kisses me harder, dragging her nails lightly over my stomach before sliding her hands around my sides to my back. I pull her tighter and take my time with her mouth.

We keep getting distracted while we shower. I wash her back. She runs soapy hands over my chest. I kiss her while she rinses her hair, and she backs me into the tile when I’m supposed to be washing mine.

My cock takes its time recovering, but somewhere along the way it starts filling again.

By the time we’re both rinsed off, I’m hard against her stomach.

Goldie reaches for a towel, then glances down between us.

“There he is.”