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“Do you think your neighbors heard?”

“I think the entire apartment building heard.”

“Bennett, seriously.”

He smirks. “Seriously, Bower, you were fucking loud.” I cover my face and he chuckles, nuzzling his nose into the side of my neck. “Hot as shit, though, and I can’t wait to make you scream again.”

“Given your stamina, I’d say it would be in the next couple of minutes.”

“Don’t tempt me,” he says, as he starts to massage my breast.

I moan lightly and melt into the mattress. “Wait, before you go any further,” I say, my hand to his chest, “can you promise me that you will let me tell Gabby?”

He kisses my neck, my cheek. “I promise. This is all on your schedule, when you’re comfortable. But can you promise me one thing too?”

“Depends, what is it?”

He grows serious. “End things with Cougar. I can’t fucking take the thought of you with him.”

“I already ended it with him when I came back up here.”

“Yeah?” he asks, looking so adorably excited.

“Yeah.”

“So you’re all mine?”

“Pretty sure you know the answer to that after you came all over my tits.”

His smile grows. “Maybe I need to do it again just to make sure.”

“I think I’d prefer it.”

He growls and then moves down my body, spreads my legs, and buries his face between them.

God, he’s so perfect.

CHAPTER 34

BENNETT

She’s beautiful.

Stunning.

Fucking steals my breath every time she smiles at me.

And she’s all mine.

I know it’s real, I understand that, but fuck, it doesn’t feel like it. It feels like I’m dreaming, like I’m about to wake up and Nolan is going to slap me across the face, telling me to get my ass in the dugout.

And yet, there she is, sitting at my dining room table, eating a raspberry Danish, wearing my T-shirt and looking thoroughly fucked, gazing at me with heart eyes.

Actual heart eyes.

And I know I’m looking at her the same way, especially after last night. We didn’t get much sleep. The moment one of us woke up, or stirred, we were on top of each other. I’ve never been inside someone so much in my life, and yet, I couldn’t get enough. If I didn’t just bend her over the couch and fuck her until she screamed my name, I’d clear the table and take her here now, but I know I have to give her time to rest. Plus, she has work—even though she told Adalade that she’d be late today.

“You’re staring,” she says, her cheeks pinkening.