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Jon crosses the room to me in a few long strides, his hands cupping my face as he claims my lips in a searing kiss. I melt into him, all thoughts and worries of the outside world dissipating as I lose myself in the sensations.

His hands roam over my body, exploring every curve and dip with a possessiveness that sends shivers down my spine. He breaks our kiss to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along my jawline and down my neck, leaving a fiery trail in his wake.

His fingers explore the entrance to my pussy and I just know that I am wet. "Fuck," he groans again. "So fucking ready for me."

He drops to his knees before me, parting my legs eagerly as he buries his face between them. His tongue flicks against my swollen clit and I moan loudly at the exquisite sensation.

"Oh god," I gasp. "Yes!"

Jon's hands grip onto my hips tightly as he devours me, his tongue moving with practiced precision. The way he expertly teases and taunts sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me, each one stronger than the last.

I'm teetering on the edge of bliss when Jon abruptly pulls away, leaving me empty and needy for more. He stands up and grins at me mischievously.

"Not yet," he says huskily. "I have other plans for you."

My heart thuds in anticipation as Jon leads me over to the bed, pushing me down onto the firm mattress.

"Spread your legs for me," he orders, his voice dripping with authority.

I comply instantly, eager to please him in any way I can. Jon's fingers dip into my wetness and he groans appreciatively.

He positions himself between my thighs and slowly pushes into me, inch by agonizing inch until I'm completely filled by him. A moan escapes both our lips at the exquisite sensation of being joined together once more.

Jon sets a slow and torturous pace, each thrust driving me closer to the edge but never quite pushing me over it. He watches intently as I shudder under him, his gaze hot enough to burn through me.

"That's it," he encourages gruffly. "Let go for me."

With one final deep thrust, Jon sends us both hurtling over the edge into bliss. Waves of pleasure crash over us as we come undone together, our bodies moving in perfect synchrony.

As our breathing finally starts to slow down and our heartbeats return to normal, Jon collapses onto the bed beside me.

"I needed this," he admits softly. "Needed to get lost in you."

His words break my heart a little for him, yet at the same time, they fill me with joy that I could give this to him. I snuggle in closer to him, feeling more connected than ever… and that’s exactly what I was worried about.

Chapter 10

Jon

The soft morning lightfilters through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. I wake to the familiar weight of Abigail curled up against me, her head resting on my chest, her hair fanning out like a dark halo. The quiet rise and fall of her breathing is soothing, almost hypnotic.

I don’t move, unwilling to disturb her. This has become our routine over the past week—these stolen moments in her bed before the world outside demands our attention. It’s a secret we’ve both kept, navigating around Layla’s morning routine with the precision of spies. Thank God the kid isn’t a morning person. If she ever woke up before Abby went to get her, I’d be caught sneaking down the hall like a thief in the night.

I let my fingers trace lazy patterns on the edge of the duvet, my gaze shifting to Abigail’s peaceful face. There’s something about her that’s disarming, a warmth that sneaks past every wall I’ve built over the years. She’s changed something in me, though I’m not entirely sure what.

Her lips twitch slightly in her sleep, as if she’s dreaming of something pleasant. I smile despite myself, pressing a light kiss to her forehead. It’s an intimate gesture; one I wouldn’t have imagined myself making even a few weeks ago. Yet here I am.

I glance at the clock on the bedside table. Not much time left before I’ll have to slip out, back to my own room, to maintain the fragile balance we’ve established.

Her arm tightens around my waist, her body instinctively curling closer as if sensing my movement. It’s a small gesture, but it anchors me to the moment. I let out a quiet sigh and settle back against the pillows, letting myself enjoy these last few minutes of stillness.

As if she senses my thoughts, Abby stirs beside me. Her eyelashes flutter against her cheeks before she blinks awake, brown eyes meeting mine with a sleepy smile.

“Good morning,” she murmurs, her voice husky with sleep.

“Morning,” I reply, returning her smile.

We lie there for a moment in contented silence, basking in each other’s presence. Then Abby stretches like a cat and props herself up on one elbow to look down at me.

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