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Her body tenses, and she cries out, her inner walls fluttering around me. The sound of her pleasure catapults mine to an unbearable level. With a guttural groan, I come, emptying myself inside her. I continue fucking her through it until we’re both spent.

Panting, I collapse onto her back, my chest heaving. She’s still trembling from her own release, a sheen of sweat shining on her skin.

Finally, I pull out and undo the makeshift restraints on her wrists. She collapses forward, flushed and thoroughly used. I settle next to her, both of us catching our breath.

Cum flows out of her, and I gather it with my fingers, pushing it back into her swollen entrance. The sweet sound of her moans fills the air.

How much I would give to let this moment last forever, but she must be tired now, so I sit up and pad into the bathroom. “Wait here, Blue.”

In the opulent bathroom, I test the temperature of the water as it fills the tub. Once it’s full of steaming, frothy water, I go back into the bedroom to find Mary half-asleep, tangled in thesheets. Possessiveness swells in my chest at the marks I left on her pale skin.

Mine.

“Bath’s ready.”

She makes a sleepy sound of protest but doesn’t fight me as I carry her to the bathtub, settling inside of it with her in my lap.

She leans back against my chest with a sigh, her skin slick with sweat and soap suds. Her hair hangs loose around her shoulders. I trail my fingers along her collarbone, tracing the delicate lines until they reach the soft curve of her breast.

“Just relax.” I brush a wet strand of hair off her forehead. “I’ll be right back.”

She nods, eyes already drifting shut.

In the bedroom, I strip the bed of its soiled sheets and replace them with fresh ones from the closet. Tomorrow, this will be another hotel room, holding no trace of us. I try not to think about that.

When I return to the bathroom, Mary is dozing in the tub, the steam relaxing her into drowsiness. I kneel beside the tub, admiring the picture she makes.

“Time to get out.” I help her stand and wrap her in a towel, drying her off with gentle strokes.

She gives me a sleepy, sated smile. “I like it when you take care of me.”

“I like taking care of you.”

I carry her to the bed, tucking her in. She curls toward me as I slip in beside her, resting her head on my chest.

“Why did I have to date another guy so you come and get me?” Mary asks.

I tense at her words, my fingers stilling where they’d been stroking her hair. “What are you talking about?”

She lifts her head to meet my gaze, eyes glinting with amusement… and something else. Something that makes my chest tighten.

“You think I didn’t notice you watching me all the time? Following me around?”

Chapter 28

Mary

Connor’s fingers resume to trace idle patterns over my bare skin, his touch both soothing and stirring.

“Does it scare you?” he asks.

I hesitate, searching for the right words. How do I explain that it scares and arouses me at the same time? That I don’t feel alone anymore because I know he’s right there if I need him. Is that normal?

“Sometimes,” I say. “Your intensity can be intimidating. The way you look at me like you can see every thought in my head. And I know you’re capable of certain things. But for some reason, it doesn’t bother me as much as it probably should.”

Connor is studying me with an unreadable expression, his hand pausing in its movements again.

“It’s… unsettling, I suppose. I’m scared of how I feel. Of getting hurt again. But you seem different now. Gentler.” I give a small shrug. “You’re just my personal handsome stalker.”

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