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He withdraws from my pussy, and then I feel his broad head against my ass. He’s slick from my cum and the lube, so the burn of him entering me is slightly minimized. But then he pushes deeper. And I lose sensation in my legs.

“Killian!”

He catches me around the waist, withdraws for a second, and then drives deeper. I scream as pleasure and pain crack dual whips over my spine.

“Fuck! So good…so damn good,” he groans.

I’m reduced to screams and moans as he penetrates me with ever-deeper thrusts and beautiful words of worship. His hands caress every inch of available flesh as he drives into me. Just when I think I can’t take any more, he rams deep and stops.

“I can’t hold on much longer, baby.”

I moan an incoherent answer.

“Watch, Faith. I need you to watch.”

It takes a moment to remember the mirror. Slowly, I raise my head. Meet his gaze in the reflection above us. Dear God, what a sight we make. Me, gripping the pole, with my legs splayed wide. My love, with his wild hair and wilder eyes, owning me with his cock fully wedged in my ass. Decadent. Beautiful. Together.

“You see how amazing we are together? How impossible it is for me to ever let this go? To take a breath without you?” he demands roughly.

“Yes, I do,” I reply simply because it’s the same way I feel about him.

He stares into my eyes for an eternity. Then his head drops to my neck. “Good. That’s so good. I’m going to come for you now.”

He withdraws and slams back inside me half a dozen times and then starts to unravel. I watch it all unfold in the mirror before my own climax hits again. We’re struggling for breath when it’s all over. Somehow he manages to lift me and stagger with me to the bed without breaking contact.

“I’ll give you whatever you want if you promise me this outfit every Sunday for the rest of my life,” he croons in my ear as he caresses my chaps-clad thigh.

My laughter coincides with the sound of the intercom summoning us to dinner. We both groan.

“Shall I get her to box it up for later?” Killian suggests.

I reluctantly shake my head. “We can’t. She’ll hate me.”

“I’ll write it into her employment contract that she’s not allowed to hate you.”

“No.”

He snuggles into my neck for a moment and then reaches out to hit the intercom. “Twenty minutes.”

“Sure,” Debbie replies happily before Killian turns off the intercom.

“Her timing sucks. I’m in heaven, and I don’t want to leave,” he complains.

I reach back and caress his cheek. “I’m sorry.”

He sighs again and disengages. We both groan. It takes a moment for me to adjust to the emptiness I feel in body, heart, and soul. When I turn my head, Killian is watching me.

“I feel it too, baby,” he murmurs.

We lie like that for another minute before he undresses me completely. Still in silence, we go and shower. I wear the robe I used before, and Killian puts his clothes back on.

As promised, Debbie pulls out all the stops to make dinner magical. The risotto appetizer is sublime, and the lobster thermidor main course is served with creamy garlic mashed potatoes and salad. We feed each other until we’re stuffed and then give in to a bowl of Killian’s favorite ice cream.

Over the last glass of wine, we watch the moon over the water and the stars in the sky. And as I lay my head on his shoulder, I dare to utter another pray. This time for more than a second chance. I pray for a lifetime of chances with the man I love.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Faith

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