Page 97 of Speed Crush

I don’t stop, coaxing every last wave out of her, and then I feel it—my own climax breaking free. My body locks, jaw clenched, as I pulse deep inside her, the pleasure crashing through me in waves. It's like falling and flying at once, grounded only by the feel of her— gripping me like I’m all she’ll ever need. I thrust one last time, hard and deep, and groan her name like it’s the only word I’ll ever need.

She’s everything. Wild, brilliant, beautiful and utterly mine.

And somehow, she makes even my wildest dreams feel tame.

“I’m yours, June. Always have been, always will be.”

Three months later

The warm glow of late afternoon spills through the windows of the temporary trailer on our land in Cedar Falls as June spreads out the blueprints, her fingers tracing the lines of what will soon be our home.

The lake glitters just beyond the tree line, and outside, it feels like the entire town is here to witness our house ground breaking.

But I know, everyone's here to bid farewell to their favorite Middle School Science teacher, Beautiful Town Mechanic, their very own Miracle Child.

June's hair is in a messy bun, a smudge of dirt on her cheek from walking the property earlier. I don’t say it, but I want to lock up the trailer, keep everyone out while I lay her out across those plans.

“You know I’m not great with patience. Seeing you bent over these plans like this? It’s testing me.”

She glances up, eyes sparkling. “Good. Maybe it’ll teach you some discipline.”

She taps the page. “You got to focus, Verelli. If you’re going to be racing around the globe while I’m buried in Italy for my internship, we need a place to come back to. A home.”

“A home,” I repeat, the word settling deep. “You’re right.”

She laughs, the sound light and easy. “God bless my mom and dad for being willing to watch over the construction project! When you said the house had to be big enough for your ego—and maybe a couple kids. I didn't think you meant this!”

“Kids? Pretty sure you penciled that in.” I step in behind her, sliding one hand around her waist as I lean in close. Her tank has slipped just enough to reveal the soft swell of cleavage—bare, flushed, irresistible.

“You really expect me to focus on floor plans,” I murmur, brushing my nose along her neck, “when you’re serving up this view?”

My hand rises, fingers slipping just inside the neckline, knuckles grazing the tops of her breasts.

She stiffens—just a little—then breathes, “Noah, there are guests outside.”

“Which is the only reason I haven’t dropped to my knees,” I whisper back, lips ghosting her ear. “But when they leave…”

She swats my hand half-heartedly, cheeks flushed, pupils blown.

“You’re insatiable,” she mutters.

“Only for you, Songbird.”

She blushes but doesn’t flinch. “Maybe later. If you’re lucky.”

“Oh, I’m lucky,” I murmur, kissing the curve of her neck.

She spins in my arms, eyes twinkling. “Noah Verelli, focus! This is going to be the start of everything for us,” she proclaims excitedly.

“Damn right.” I grin. "Have I told you how proud I am of our plans?"

She points a finger. “That reminds me—you’re officially banned from calling Dante just to humblebrag about our floorplan..”

“Deal.” I kiss her, quick and dirty. “As long as you promise to go braless for the first walkthrough—whenourhouse is done—strictly for aerodynamic testing purposes.”

She swats my chest, laughing. “Only if you’re running toward me with that big, precision-engineered tool between your legs.”

I pull her in tighter, lips at her ear. “And you’ll love every second of it.”

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