Page 60 of The Final Draft

My body must like it just as much because another orgasm crashes through me, and I cling to him like he’s my life ring in the middle of the ocean. When he comes, he cries out my name and praises me, making me feel this was something special for him, too.

He rolls to the side, keeping us connected, and pulls me tightly in his arms. I return his tender kiss, and we let ourselves enjoy the moment a little longer.

This bliss is unlike anything I’ve ever known. I’m sated and wrung out, never experiencing multiple orgasms before. And maybe I have a little side of nerves too. The higher the mountain, the harder the fall. A random thought and reminder to be cautious.

He gently brushes my hair away from my face and kisses me on the forehead. “You are the most incredible, beautiful, sexy woman in the entire world.” His blue eyes darken. My writer brain kicks in, and I wonder if this is the exact image of smoldering that I’ve always envisioned. I could get lost in his expressive eyes.

“You’re in post-orgasmic bliss.” I dismiss his rambling. He’s probably used to this kind of sex. Not me. I’ve apparently been playing in the minors and now I’ve been called up to the big leagues. And holy hell, do I mean big leagues.

“I mean every word I say.” His genuine tone leaves little doubt he means it.

Julian gets up to attend to the condom, and I roll over with a feeling of serenity that won’t fade. I’ll close my eyes for a minute.

CHAPTER

THIRTY-NINE

JULIAN

When I return from the bathroom, an angel is sleeping peacefully in my bed. What we did was more than sex. It was a celestial experience. She made my body come alive in ways it hasn’t in my thirty-one years on this earth.

I’ve always been a sensitive, tuned-in guy. I probably process more feelings than most men, and it’s what helps me connect with people. A faint smile graces her angelic face, filling my chest with pride. I debate joining her so I can hold her in my arms, but I have things to do while she recharges. She needs to rest so we can do more of that together again.

I put on my pants and grab my phone. A Decker Connection group text has been popping off about Ashleigh’s wedding next month, and since it’s a small, intimate affair in Charlotte, she needs a final headcount.

Put me down for a plus one.

TREVOR

Figures. Will she still be around next month?

Hope so.

ASH

Got it. Will she also have security I need to account for?

She’s in business mode here, and I chuckle at my mild bridezilla sister. Not that she could be that bad. She’s stressed, that’s all.

Nope.

DANI

Great. A supermodel to make me feel like a cow.

EMMA

You are not a cow! You’re beautiful, glowing, and growing a human inside you.

Comment loved by Alexander, Ashleigh, Trevor, and Darcy. Dani is seven months pregnant and looks amazing. I heart Emma’s comment too.

EMMA

Should I include her in the bachelorette party?

She’d probably love that, but I haven’t talked to her about it yet. Will keep you posted.

I send a separate text to Chance.

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