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“I think you can do another one, though,” I smirked, slipping my hand from her mouth just enough that I could press a kiss against her lips. “I’m close. Come with me.”

Her jaw trembled, her legs beginning to shake from the position, but she could handle a little bit more. She could take it. “I don’t know if I can,” she croaked.

“But do youwantto?” I teased, digging my fingers into the soft flesh of her thigh as I hooked my arm back under it.

She nodded hesitantly, but this time her mouth explored, her lips kissing a trail down over my chin andneck. Her tongue dragged along my skin, setting me onfire, and fuck, I couldn’t last long, I couldn’t hold this off forever. I glanced down between us, checking if she was touching herself again, and she’d stilled — but the moment she clocked my wandering gaze, she picked back up again.

Is she trying to time this with me, too?

“Fuck, you want to come like that, don’t you?” I rasped, my head lolling to the side as she explored my collarbones, the space between my shoulder and my neck. “Full of my fucking cum.”

“Please,” she begged, her voice broken and mumbled from both my skin and the muffled sounds coming from her.

I was losing it. Losing the battle to hold off, losing the strength to keep upright, losing mymind.It was just her, and her, and her, overwhelming me, devouring me, andfuck, maybe I could love her, maybe Icouldstay like this forever.

“I can’t?—”

My words cut off as my release found me like a tidal wave, the pressure releasing and leaking out into her, warming her insides even further. It hit me in three waves, and on the second, she clamped down, burying her face in the crook of my neck to quiet her sounds as she fell over the edge, too, holding onto me for dear life.

“God,yes,baby,” I groaned, my hips stuttering out as I lost every bit of momentum I had in me. I kissed her temple, the side of her head, her cheek, anywhere I could reach, trying to pull her through the last remaining little crests of her orgasm with the fumes I was running on.

It took me less than a second to consider my words before they came out.

“Stay the night,” I rasped. “Stay in here. Please.”

She lifted her head, her eyelids hanging low, her head heavy. “But Matty?—”

“I’ll figure it out in the morning,” I insisted. “Just please. Stay. I miss falling asleep with you.”

She swallowed as she caught her breath, her gaze struggling to focus on me through the haze of the comedown. “Okay,” she breathed. “I’ll stay.”

Chapter 31

Nelly

It was Wednesday.

For Matty, that meant school got out early. And for Seb, who’d been either at practice or working out or stretching nonstop during playoffs, that meant he was at the rink for a later practice than usual after last night’s away game.

And for me, that meant I got to take Matty to practice and we couldbothwatch his dad skate, which was something I’d missed doing tremendously.

In the two weeks I’d been back working for Seb, Matty had been over the moon every single day that he woke up and I was there. He’d cried when I came home the first time, blubbering something about how he thought his dad had fired me despite Seb chiming in and insisting that he’d told Matty he hadn’t. He’d clung to me for hours, and even now, as I drove him from his school to the Peach Arena, I could sense the tiny bit of worry in him every time I met his gaze in the rearview mirror.

“What’s up, bud?” I asked, reaching behind me and grabbing his foot as it dangled from his car seat.

He shook his little head. “Just don’t want you to leave again.”

I squeezed his shoe and gave it a little shake. “I’m not going anywhere. I just had some personal things come up, remember? I’m back now.”

“Yeah.”

I tried to divide my attention between his reflection and the road in front of me as I pulled through the entrance gateway of the Peach Arena, but I kept wanting to look at him more, kept wanting to dissect what was going on in his head.

I waited until I’d parked up to unbuckle myself and spin in my seat to look at him. “We can talk about it some more if that would help. I don’t want you to worry,” I said.

His gaze dropped to his lap, his little hands fidgeting with the buckles on his car seat. “Were you on ajourney of self-discovery?” he asked.

My heart lurched.

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