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“I love making you come almost as much as I love you.” He unfastens his pants and pushes them down, his thick erection springing free as he kicks them off. Then he’s lining himself up. “Yes?”
“Yes,” she moans, boneless and half dazed as he presses inside her.
He wraps her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. “Hold on.”
She squeezes his neck, drawing their bodies flush, which slides him deeper. She hums in pleasure as he grips her thighs and carries her across the room. She thinks he’s going back to the bedroom, but he pauses outside the door to the spare room.
“Open it,” he commands.
That clears the haze. Even as she’s wrapped in his arms, with him buried inside her, nerves dance in her stomach. She reaches down and turns the handle, and the door swings open. He steps into the room, which only heightens her nervous energy. Is there a Jerme manupartner in here who he plans to share her with? No, that’s insane.
“You’re overthinking.” Then all of her worry melts away as he says. “No more locked doors between us. Ever.”
He closes the door and presses her back against the cool surface. The symbolism isn’t lost on her. “Ever,” she agrees.
He rolls his hips, languidly rocking into her.
The boldness of what he did to save her lands in her mind then, and she stares at him in awe. “You put CHOICElover on the line for me.”
“I did.” His tempo steadily increases, his breathing becoming shallower.
He must sense her questions because he bites out between labored breaths, “No regrets. This is worth it. You’re worth it.” His eyes flicker down her body, lingering where he’s moving inside her. “Touch yourself while I fuck you.”
She loosens an arm from around his neck. His stare never wavers as she obeys, running her fingers over her clit, gently at first, then with more intensity. Until her pleasure is building, and the door is rattling with each of his thrusts.
The muscles in his neck tense, veins and tendons popping out, body flexing as he moves. Whoever says women aren’t visual creatures too has clearly never been fucked by a man that looks like this. The straining, corded muscles at his hips are what push her to the edge. Or maybe it’s his shudders as he clings to control. Maybe it’s his gasp as he shouts, “I’m about to—” before he loses control completely, hips thrusting, hitting that deepest part of her, then she’s coming.
Pleasure bursts from deep in her core like fireworks. Her mind is too incoherent to form sensible words as she screams. He holds her, swallowing her pants with kisses. She feels so whole, so complete. Relaxed in a way she’s never quite felt before.
He disentangles them, gently setting her down. She wobbles, leaning against the wall for support. He quickly rushes to thebathroom and returns with a warm cloth. Once they’re cleaned up, he guides her back to bed.
They crawl beneath the pile of blankets, and she curls into his warmth.
“You good?” he asks.
She smiles into his chest as sleep threatens to claim her. There’s no hesitation—no other shoe to drop. Confidently, she says, “I’ve never been better.”
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“So, these are the two remaining viable samples?” Electra asks, staring at the vials he’s set on a silver tray before her.
“Yes,” he says, feeling the muscle in his jaw tick.
“And we’re going to destroy them?” she asks.
“Yes.”
She pauses before stepping into his arms. “We’ve been through a lot in the past week. If you aren’t ready, it would be perfectly understandable.”
He shakes his head, swallowing down the lump in his throat. “I can’t bring him back.It’s time.”
“Technically, it still might be possible,” Sable says. “I’ve been doing some research.” When neither he nor Electra pays her any heed, she adds, “Only pointing that out.”
“I’m officially accepting that he’s gone. Someone once told me I can’t move on with the future if I’m clinging to the past—which I realize is ironic since I’m standing here literally clinging to someone from the past.” He squeezes Electra’s hip, earning a chuckle.
