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My moans against her soaked pussy make her take more of me in her mouth while her hands stroke what she can’t take in. She’s perfect and drives me wild. I smack her ass, making her yelp, and use my thumb to tease her tight entrance. God, I can’t wait until I fill her up with my cock—if she’ll let me.

I focus on her clit as she grinds against my face—using me to get off. I have to concentrate on her pleasure instead of mine before I bust. “Sit up, Shay.” Her hands use my torso and chest to sit up while still grinding against me. Instead of using my thumb, I use my index finger—she clenches against my finger—she’s getting closer, so I insert another finger.

“Oh, fuck, Daddy!” She screams as her fingernails bite into my chest, and she shudders above me. I use the opportunity to suck my fingers clean and lap up every bit of her come, but it’s not enough. I want to feel her come on my dick.

I give her a moment to catch her breath before laying her down on her back as my cock throbs for her. I kiss her hard and let her taste herself on my lips and tongue. The tip of my cock slides up and down her slit, teasing her and myself. I want to take my time kissing, touching, and making her feel good. Let her feel like she’s in control fully, but she wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me inside of her.

We both gasp at the same time, and I don’t move for a second to catch my own breath. She takes me fully, and it’s like we’re meant to be. Before my instincts take over, I stop. “Do you remember our safe word?”

“Yes,” she responds immediately.

“Good girl. Use it if I go too far.” But she never did. We took turns getting each other off, but she stayed in control the entire time.

Chapter Fourteen

RAYNE

The warmth and feel of her skin against mine is soothing. Having her sleeping next to me felt…right. I’ve thought about this moment for longer than I’d like to admit. I fell asleep right away because I was so comfortable. Then, I felt her arm brush up against mine and gently woke up for a moment. She let out a contented sigh and fell asleep as well.

I haven’t slept this well in years; not since I was with Emma. She was the first and last person I ever got close to. I’ve been doing this job for 6 years now, and I’m really good at keeping my feelings at bay. My job is to help heal, not fall for anyone.

Emma was different. I didn’t meet her here, but she understood my work and how important it was to me. She didn’t ask questions or pressure me to find something else to do. I still remember the first time I told her I was a therapist for Meridian. Her bright blue eyes were wide with curiosity.

I was always open and honest with her, but after what happened with my last patient, we drifted apart. The guilt tore into me, and I pushed her away while trying to figure out what I wanted to do next. That’s in the past now, so there’s no sense in thinking about it anymore.

I look over at Shay—her mouth is slightly open; her face nuzzled in the pillow beside me, and I think about last night. She was comfortable, in charge, and wasn’t afraid of asking for what she wanted. It made my chest swell with pride as I watched her come over and over again. From the moment I tasted her, she became mine.

It’s going to be impossible to let her go in a few weeks. I have a meeting with the lawyer from Arin’s estate this morning. I didn’t mention it to Shay yet; I don’t want to frighten or overwhelm her, so I will meet with him alone to collect the paperwork he has for her. Hopefully, if I can bring this to her in a calm, safe space, she won’t spiral. It feels as if I’m lying to her, though. Keeping secrets—which could take away all the trust I’ve gained from her so far.

I just hope she understands and won’t hate me. I sneak out of bed without waking her, head to the bathroom to clean up, and go back to my room to get dressed. My plan is to meet the lawyer at the main entrance and bring him to one of the private offices before breakfast begins, and Shay sees him. Since she’s under the care of the Institute, he can speak with me without her being present.

I take a quick peek back into Shay’s room; she’s still fast asleep with her bare back to the door. Her skin was so soft against mine, and I can’t wait until I can feel her under me again. Just thinking about it makes my dick get hard—I need to leave before I wake her up and claim her again.

“Thank you for meeting me this morning, Mr. Bauer.” Shay’s lawyer, Derrick, says. He showed up right on time, wearing a perfectly tailored dark blue suit and carrying a tan briefcase. The man has a certain aura about him—rich, sophisticated, and all business.

“Of course, please take a seat.” I take my own seat across from him. My heartbeat echoes in my ears; I’m eager to hear what he has to say about Arin’s estate. He was very brief on his phone call when setting up this meeting.

“Well, let’s get down to business, shall we?” He rummages through his briefcase and pulls out an envelope filled with documents and annotation tabs. “Mrs. Clarke has a significantly large estate that needs to be dealt with at her earliest convenience. I understand she is under the care of the facility, and that fee has been taken care of already.”

Mrs. Clarke? That must be a mistake. Shay specifically told me that Arin didn’t believe in marriage, and I was never told she was married. Only that they were partners. Derrick hands over the documents—my hand shakes as I take them.

“It took me a couple of weeks to sort things out with Arin’s extended family. Such a shame that I wasn’t aware of their marital status when he passed, or it wouldn’t have been such a fuss. How is she doing?”

“They were married?” Is all that I can say. I feel betrayed. Why would she have kept that from me?

“Yes, from their marriage certificate I have here, it seems as if they were married just last year. You see, I handled Arin’s business affairs, not his personal ones. So trying to track down the proper people when dealing with a man that is very private was not simple. His other lawyer didn’t want to make the trip, so I did.”

“I see. She’s doing well and will make a full recovery. What are the specifics of the estate?” I try to keep my voice level.

“Well, there are properties that are now under her name, the main business, and of course multiple bank accounts. Once she signs the documents, all of that information will be open to her, and she will gain access to it all immediately. The deceased’s extended family was not mentioned in the will, so there won’t be any pushback there.”

I clench my jaw so tight it feels like I will crack a tooth. What is Shay going to do with all of this information? Will she feel so overwhelmed that she might try to harm herself again? And now I have to find out why she would lie about being married to him. She missed her husband’s funeral, for fuck’s sake. What kind of wife would allow that to happen? Something about all of this doesn’t sit well with me.

“How did he pass? Mrs. Clarke is under the impression that he may have taken his own life.”

Derrick looks surprised. “From my understanding, he suffered a massive heart attack. I am unaware of any medical conditions he may have had, but I do know he did not take his own life. Why would she think that?”

“I’m not sure. She was the one who found him, but I think she was not aware of his medical condition either.”