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And that’s all it takes for my hips to jerk faster, uncontrolled, until I spill into her. Mind-numbing bliss floods my body, racing and pulsing with my release.

The slapping stops.

The moans die.

Our bodies remain idle in a tangle of limbs.

And our labored breaths chase one another until they slow, welcoming a few seconds of silence.

It’s been more than two years since I’ve had sex, and many,manyyears since I’ve had sex like this. Maybe I never have.

“Your neighbors might have heard me,” she mumbles through a soft laugh.

I chuckle, easing out of her and lowering her leg to the floor.

How wrong is it that I’m semi-erect again just from a long look at her nearly naked body covered in grease graffiti, lips swollen, cheeks red, and hair mussed?

None of the above are all that wrong.

What’s most wrong is how satisfied I feel seeing my cum running down her inner thigh.

I had no idea I was such an animal. But clearly I am.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Maren

I don’t believe it’s possible to make up for lost time, but Ozzy’s trying. If I look at him for longer than two seconds, it leads to sex.

By the end of our twenty-four hours together, I’ll have had sex with Ozzy more times than all other men I’ve dated—combined. (Not really, but it feels that way.)

I’mnotcomplaining. It’s only an observation.

He smirks, buttoning his jeans after taking me from behind at the kitchen sink halfway through washing the dinner dishes Saturday evening. My pulse hasn’t returned to normal yet, and my cheeks still feel flushed as I shuffle to the bathroom with my underwear bunched in my hand and wearing only his T-shirt. Ozzy doesn’t even try to hide the satisfaction on his face. There are no shy glances. He likes to admire his work with confidence and a sexy grin.

After flushing the toilet and washing my hands, I stare at my reflection in the mirror and the permanent smile I’ve been wearing since I arrived a few hours earlier.

It’s not just the sex; it’s Ozzy and Lola. I’ve fallen in love with a single dad and his irresistible daughter. And I’m scared out of my mindof hurting them because I don’t know if I can fit into their life with its shrunken borders.

Releasing a deep breath, I convince myself it doesn’t matter this weekend. I have all day tomorrow with Ozzy, and I’m going to enjoy it, probably with his dick buried inside me.

“Is this the house you lived in with Brynn?” I ask, returning to the kitchen. Mentioning Brynn’s name buys me some extra recovery time. It’s the one subject that doesn’t lead to sex.

Ozzy keeps his focus on the dishes, slowly scrubbing a pan. “Yes. When Tia and Amos decided to retire and move here to help with Lola, I finished the basement so we could sleep down there, and they could have the main level.”

I dry the clean pan he hands to me. “Is this your first time without Lola overnight since Brynn died?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you miss her?”

Ozzy doesn’t answer for a few seconds. “Lola or Brynn?”

My stomach sinks. That was a stupid question. I’m sure he misses both of them. “Lola.” I clear my throat. “Forget I asked. Of course you miss Brynn. And I’m sure you miss Lola. I’m just making small talk and doing a terrible job.”

“Maren, you can ask me anything.”

I feel his gaze on me when he hands me another dish, but I don’t look at him.

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