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He’s relentless, powering through thrusts as my orgasm takes flight. “I’m coming. Oh, god. Yessss.”

“Gonna. Fuck. This. Pussy. Good.” His body leans forward, and his thrusts never let up as he draws my nipple into his mouth.

“Fuck, Capri. You fit me so well.”

I grab his face and kiss him. I kiss him as his release gives way, causing his body to shudder in pure, uninterrupted pleasure.

It’s when his forehead falls to mine that I know he’s finished and spent.

He pecks my lips carefully, righting my chaotic hair into place.

“Thank you,” I tell him, and I mean it. I didn’t expect to be upset by the sudden change in my once-deserted sex life, but I did expect to feel something.

Something that didn’t resemble the feeling coursing through me now.

Contentment.

Refreshment.

Bliss.

“Anytime,” he says, kissing me again. “Let’s feed you.”

13

JONES

Fuck.

I set the metal bar on the ground and begin to dismantle the weighted plates, my muscles thoroughly spent.

As soon as I woke up this morning, I could already tell it was gonna be an off day. It’s like my mind alerted me I’d be struggling.

Getting myself out of bed and ready feels like a blur. I was going through the motions, knowing if I didn’t get to the gym and work out some of this tension, I’d lose it.

I’d like to consider myself mentally strong, but days like this make me question that. There’s not anything particularly wrong with me. I miss my mom and feel useless being this far away from her.

But for whatever reason, today, I feel a load of bitterness.

Bitterness toward my father. The man isn’t even here anymore, and he still has a way of fucking with my head.

After cleaning up my station, I take the elevator up to my penthouse and shower quickly before making some breakfast. I open the fridge, scanning through my lack of groceries, and make a mental note to schedule a delivery for later.

It looks like toast and eggs it is, seeing as that’s all I have.

It takes me less than five minutes to prepare it before I’m seated on the couch, papers spread across the coffee table in front of me, and my breakfast begging to be eaten.

Fuck. Will I ever be caught up? I really would have liked to spend this day with Capri, but I’m so far behind on sorting through plans for the next year that this needs to be done before I head to the States.

I rub my temples, breathing through the anxiety I feel coursing through me. If only I was capable of lessening my load and delegating more. But there are not many people I trust to lead Archer Chartering. Hell, I hardly trust Romeo and Luca most days.

It’s crucial for me to have the rest of the year planned; that way, when summer rolls around again, I can book parties accordingly. Families travel from all over to be chartered with us, so it’s crucial I have a plan in place to make that happen efficiently.

Since Luca handles the bookings, I run through the inquiries and make sure they’re feasible before sending them to him to schedule.

Honestly, this is something I should be trusting him with, but in time.

One glance around my house reminds me of the neglect I’ve shown it. It’s not dirty by any means, I’m as clean as they come.

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