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“Me?” I chuckle at the notion that anyone would even so much as glance in my direction when she’s in the room. “Look at you, Evangeline.”

“I’m a mess.” She swipes a hand over her forehead to push a few strands of wet hair aside. “This is my second bath of the day. I’m a dried-up prune.”

“You’re breathtaking,” I whisper, aware that my voice is cracking because she’s so perfect.

“I should get out so we can…”

“No!” I yell so she won’t move even though I know she was about to sayfuck. I want to take her to bed and keep her there all night, but I want something else more. “I’m coming in.”

“In here?” She parts the bubbles with both hands, creating a path that leads straight to her bare breasts.

I let my body answer that question. I move closer to the tub, and with a simple motion of my fingers, she understands the assignment. She slides her ass forward so I can get into the bathtub behind her. I settle on my ass, tugging her between my legs until my cock is resting against her lower back.

“This is nice,” she purrs. “Really nice.”

My hands can’t stay still, so I glide them along her sides until they land on her thighs. I urge her to part them, and with just the tip of the index finger on my right hand, I find her clit.

“You’re going to get me off.” Her head falls back against me. “You are, aren’t you?”

“Over and over again.” I breathe in the scent of her skin, trying to fill my lungs with it. “You like when I touch you.”

“I love it,” she corrects me in a murmur. “You know just how to touch me.”

My free hand seeks out her left breast. I plump the nipple, luring it to a peak before I pinch it.

“So good,” she says before a soft moan escapes her. “Make me come.”

That’s all I want, so I touch her pussy while I whisper how fucking beautiful she is until she climaxes with a muted cry.

“I don’t care,”I growl out each word as I sheath my cock. “Don’t worry about it, Evangeline.”

She squirms on her stomach on my bed, and I swear I amthisclose to dropping dead from pure desire. “It’s all wet.”

“Your pussy?” I laugh, but it’s tainted with so much pent-up need it sounds sinister. “I hope to hell it’s wet after what I did to you in the tub.”

She came twice while I touched her. The first time her back was to me, but I needed more, so I spun her around, yanked her into my naked lap, and sucked her tits while she slid her pussy along my aching cock. It took every ounce of willpower I possessed not to shift her position slightly so I could drive my bare dick into her heat.

I still want to do that now, but I’m wrapping up because protection is paramount to her. It’s always been to me, too, but I’d give anything to forgo the condom just once with her.

“The bed is wet,” she whines. “You didn’t let me dry off. You carried me like a caveman from the tub straight here.”

“I don’t need a recap.” I crawl onto the bed and grab her hips. “Forgive me if this hurts, but I promise you’ll like it.”

She buries her cheek in the bed linens as I plunge into her snug pussy from behind with one single thrust. I feel lightheaded as my breathing stalls. It feels so good; too good.

“I love it,” she whimpers as I find my pace.

With each solid drive of my dick into her, I let out a deep-seated groan until I climax with her name falling from my lips.

CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE

Evie

I standon a sidewalk in Queens and stare up at a quaint house painted a light shade of blue. Red wooden window boxes are overflowing with gorgeous white flowers. The grass is cut short and as green as can be. I feel like I’m staring at a quintessential single family home with a white picket fence. Granted, the fence is red, but the entire look screams happiness to me.

I glance at where Lottie is standing next to me. “Randall used to live in this house?”

She nods as a single tear falls from the corner of her eye. “It’s so cute. I can picture him as a little boy running around in the yard.”

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