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Wasting no time he slammed into her, the soft folds of her sweet pussy hugging him tightly. He closed his eyes as he let the feeling of being inside her with no barrier wash through him. The desire to fuck her hard and fast ripped at his control as he resisted the urge to slam into her again and again.

“Fuck me, Cal,” she urged, her voice husky with need as he backed her up against the shower wall and did as she asked. He fucked her hard, driving them both higher and higher towards the pinnacle of release.

His mouth was on her everywhere as she arched herself into each thrust of his hips. His thumb pressed against her clit and it was enough to push her over the edge. He caught her scream of release with his mouth, swallowing the sound as he joined her shooting jets of come into her body as she spasmed around him, her walls draining the last of his release from him.

His eyes moved to hers and he could see the profound impact their lovemaking had on her. He knew, he had the same look in his eyes. He held her gaze, the green flecks in her hazel eyes flashing holding him transfixed.

“I fucking love you too, Cal,” she whispered softly. He felt connected to her on a cellular level with his cock still inside her.

“I love you, Gracie,” he said as he kissed her softly exploring her mouth slowly and feeling his dick twitch again. Not even soft and with his come dripping from her, he wanted her, and he knew he would never stop wanting this woman. She was the one he would grow old with, who would carry his babies one day.

He grinned against her lips as he withdrew and lowered her leg before reaching for the shampoo. “Let’s get cleaned off and close this case. I’m ready for us to go home.”

Pax nodded and then frowned. “Me too. I hope Evelyn is watering my garden. I don’t want my hanging baskets to wilt.”

Blake threw his head back and laughed as he rinsed the shampoo from his hair and watched her step out and throw him a mock scowl.

“What? I love my baskets.”

“Only you would finish the most soul-altering lovemaking I’ve ever experienced in my life worrying about flowers and hanging baskets.”

He saw her face soften at his words before she smiled. “Love you, baby.”

Yes, that was how you told someone you loved them, and for the first time in the last twenty-four hours, Blake felt calm again.

Chapter Twenty-Four

The ringing of her phone as she was drying her hair pulled Pax from the comfort and contentment that had wrapped around her since leaving Blake in the shower. What they had shared had been beyond anything she had ever felt in the past, like the last shred of doubt had been wiped from her mind. He was her future and she’d felt giddy when he’d said he wanted them to go home. She wanted that so badly. She couldn’t wait to see what the future held for them both.

Picking up her phone she saw her mother’s name on the screen. She had left a message earlier when she hadn’t picked up and then called the hospital who’d said her father was doing well and recovering better than they had hoped. Relief had been swift, she had things she needed to say to her father and now she would have the opportunity.

“Hello, Mom.”

“Hello, Grace.”

“I called earlier to check on Dad and ended up calling the hospital when I couldn’t get hold of you. They gave me an update.”

“He’s doing well. They think he’ll be home in a week all being well.”

Pax could hear the smile in her mom’s voice and the sound made her melancholy. Her mother hadn’t sounded that way since she was a young child and she hadn’t realised until she heard the sound how much she missed it. “That’s great news. Are you still at the hospital?”

“No. I came home to change and make sure the staff were organising the downstairs bedroom for your father. I’ll go back in tomorrow now.”

Pax hardly recognised this woman. She was showing an interest in her father she had thought long forgotten and it made her happy. “Okay, Mom. Well, I might see you tomorrow then.”

“Yes, okay, dear.”

Pax hung up with a smile on her lips just as Blake walked out the bathroom with a towel wrapped low on his hips. Pax let her eyes travel over his fine form.

“Hey, babe, my eyes are up here,” he said, with a smirk as her eyes jumped to him with guilt. Pax squinted her eyes and poked out her tongue. “Who was on the phone?”

“My mom. She was returning my call.”

Blake dragged the smaller towel from around his shoulders and roughly dried his hair as he asked, “Everything okay?”

“Yes, she was organising some stuff at home. My dad is doing well, and they expect to discharge him next week all being well.” Something in the way Blake went still sent her Spidey senses going. “Blake?”

He sat down on the bed beside her. “Did you know your mum used to date Clark Baker?”