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When I finally stop pulsing inside of her, she has tears streaming down her face. It’s not the first time she’s cried from an overwhelming orgasm, but it knocks me in the chest every time.

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I ask, sitting up to pull her into my lap and wrap my arms around her.

She shakes her head. “I’m o-okay, just s-so…good,” she stutters around her sobs.

I tighten my arms around her as she buries her face in my neck, knowing she needs to be held as much as I need to hold her. Once her shudders stop, she lifts her head and kisses me. I tilt my head to deepen the kiss, tasting the salt from her tears on her lips. I kiss her tears away and stand to carry her into the bathroom.

“Bath or shower?” I ask her, setting her on her feet but holding onto her.

“Bath. I don’t think I can stand in the shower,” she answers with an exhausted giggle.

I set her on the vanity chair while I run a bubble bath before picking her up and stepping into the tub. I bathe her and kiss down her neck to her shoulder, nibbling gently. She reaches up to hold my head to her shoulder and I bite down a little harder. It won’t bruise like some of my others have, but she’ll wear teeth marks for a couple of hours.

We head downstairs after our bath, and I throw together a tray of snacks while she mixes our favorite drinks. It’s the same thing we’ve done many times in Thorngrove, but it feels different here somehow. More domestic, more real, just…more.

We head into the living room and set the food and drinks on the tall side table beside the recliner. I pull her into my lap and feed her while she scrolls through the streaming apps on TV to find a movie for us to watch. She settles onPitch Perfect,and we snuggle together in the huge recliner, sipping our drinks while Anna Kendrick and Rebel Wilson sing a cappella on the screen.

At the end of the second movie, Skyler sings along with the song they sing on the stage before looking up at me with a blush. “That’s us. You’re my flashlight, Brady. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, Beautiful,” I say before standing to carry her to bed.

Chapter 35

Skyler

“Are you sure it’s okay to meet with an attorney in beachwear?” I ask Brady, walking into Ms. Simmons’ office, tugging on the bottom of my short denim shorts like I can make them longer.

Brady chuckles. “I promise we’re fine. Ms. Simmons will be the only one here this early and we’ll be gone before everyone else comes in.”

He insisted that we dress in our beach clothes before coming to sign the paperwork, so we didn’t have to stop at the house to change on the way to the beach. He’s wearing board shorts and a sleeveless white t-shirt while I’m wearing cutoff jean shorts and a rash guard over my two-piece bathing suit. It covers me better than the see-through sarong that matches the bathing suit, but I still feel underdressed for a meeting with an attorney.

Brady leads the way straight back to Ms. Simmons’ office and gently knocks on the door. Although, I’m sure she heard us coming with our flip flops slapping our feet with every step through the office.

“Come in,” she calls, and Brady pushes the door open, holding it for me to step in first. “Oh,” she says, looking up from the documents in front of her. “Don’t you two look ready for a day of fun? I’m jealous. I’ll be stuck in this office all day. Please enjoy the sunshine for me.” She smiles brightly.

Brady looks at me, raising his brow in an “I told you so” way and I roll my eyes at him as we take our seats in front of the desk.

Ms. Simmons goes through a mountain of paperwork, and I swear Brady will have writer’s cramp by the time we leave the office. First, he signs for the transfer of the house, car, and all personal possessions in his mom’s estate. Then, he signs for the transfer of the investments and all related accounts. Finally, he signs the will and power of attorney forms. His smile grows bigger with each stack, knowing that everything is taken care of and in order. Ms. Simmons signs each document behind him, and I wonder how many times she has to do that in a day.

“I’ll scan all of these to your e-mail, Brady, and I’ll forward the power of attorney and will to Skyler and Devon as well,” she says, standing and grabbing the file folders that she separated each document into.

“Thank you, Ms. Simmons. Can you please forward all the documents to Skyler, though?” Brady asks before she leaves the office with the stack of folders.

“Yes, of course. This will take a few minutes, but you’re all done if you don’t want to wait. I’ll file it all at the courthouse this afternoon, but it was all legally binding as soon as I put my stamp on it. You’re all set. Let me know if you want to make any changes at any time, okay?” she says seriously.

“I will. Thank you so much for getting all this together in such a rush. We’re going to head out, but I’ll be looking for your email shortly,” Brady says, standing.

“Of course, and don’t forget to enjoy a little extra sunshine for me today.” She smiles, waving at us before we exit her office.

“We will,” Brady answers, taking my hand as we head back out to the car.

The beach is amazing with a nice breeze and gentle waves crashing over the sand. We spend the morning sitting in the sun and watching the water before the beach gets too crowded. When it gets too hot to sit any longer, we decide to go for a swim. I stand and take off my shorts while Brady pulls his shirt off.

“Nope. Rash guard, too,” Brady says, grabbing my hand to stop me when I start toward the water. “I’ve been dying to see that two-piece all wet,” he growls, reaching for the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head.

I glance around nervously. The bathing suit I chose isn’t as skimpy as some of the bikinis I see dotted along the beach, but it definitely shows more skin than any of the ones I’ve worn before.

It has a halter style top and boy short bottoms. It shows my pudgy belly, and the bottoms ride up my rear until my ass cheeks peek out. It’s bright blue like the dress I bought a few weeks ago with large tropical flowers printed on it. The look in Brady’s eyes erases my unease. Ifeelbeautiful when he looks at me and that’s all that should matter. Brady’s eyes light up at the decision in mine.

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