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“Eyes on me, Wyatt.” His voice is a low scrape that raises goose bumps along my arms. I lift my head and meet his eyes in the mirror, his gaze pinning me there.

His hands clasp my hips and he goes to work, the rough, hard slide of him drawing me closer and closer to madness. But every time my eyes begin to drift closed, he stills, his hand fisting my hair until I look up, meet his dark gaze.

“Do you want to come?” he asks me, his fingers flexing, the most delicious tug at my roots nearly driving me to orgasm.

“Yes,” I moan, beg, plead.

He folds himself over me until he’s in my ear again. “Fingers on your clit, Wyatt.”

The command is nearly too much, but I do what he asks, reaching down, my fingers slipping over the wetness. I press in soft circles, my lips parted as I careen closer and closer to oblivion.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he growls. “Let me watch you. Eyes on me.”

There’s a split second where I don’t think I can do it. I’m not sure I can come while I watch him. Standing there on the edge of an explosive orgasm, my eyes nearly squeeze shut against the explosion of pleasure, but I force myself to maintain eye contact in the mirror. To let him see me.

Iwanthim to see me.

And the instant I feel the release, the flood of pleasure coursing through my body, Owen bites my earlobe before he rumbles, “Good girl.”

And then he follows me over the edge.

CHAPTER 32

JUNE 4 AT 11:25 AM

Wyatt

I ran into Madeline and Betsy at Pete’s this morning. Betsy made the girl who kicked her in the head sign her bruise

In Sharpie

Madeline was thrilled

Owen

She seemed okay?

Wyatt

Madeline said all clear from the ER

I asked Betsy what nine times seven was

I can’t be sure if she was correct because truth be told, I don’t actually know the answer

Owen

63

Wyatt

Good looks AND brains? I’m a lucky girl

JUNE 8 AT 5:22 PM

Owen

You’re not working tonight, right?

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