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“Oh god.”Pleasurecoils deep, pulling at my stomach muscles. “I’mgonna come.”

“My name.Iwant to hear my name.Letgo for me, beautiful.”

DoIever.

His name flies from my mouth, dancing with my cries. “Booth, fuck, right there.”Ibounce on the toy with each roll of my orgasm, my movements sloppy asIsuccumb to the blinding pleasure.

His hot breath blows across my sensitive skin as a deep groan rumbles from his throat. “Thereyou go.Lookat you.Sogood.Sogood,Alessandra.”

It’s my full name on his lips that sends a final jolt of electricity to my core.

His head thumps against the mattress. “Fuuuck.”

We’re both panting.Myskin is slick with sweat, thighs sticky.Asthe fog lifts,Idon’t let myself question what we just did.Notnow.I’llregret it later when we part ways.

I slump forward, legs collapsing beneath me, and watchBoothrise.Hischeeks are flushed, and my eyes widen when they fall to the dark patch on the front of his sweats.

Did he…

He laughs and drags a hand through his messy hair. “Well, that’s a first.”

Oh.My.God.

Most men would be embarrassed, butI’mnot sureBoothis capable of that.

Knowing that he came—without laying a finger on me, while fully clothed—reignites the heat between my legs.

I suddenly don’t know where to look.

A touch to my face pulls me from my thoughts.Witha hooked finger, he raises my chin. “Youokay?”

The care in his voice and expression tug at something deep in my chest.It’sa weird feeling.Foreign.Heshouldn’t be concerned about me after this, right?Howcan he go from despising me one second, to domineering the next, tothis?

“I’m fine.”Myresponse is clipped, but he doesn’t react.

“Good.Thatwas—”Hecoughs into his fist, cutting himself off.

“We don’t need to talk about it,”Isay, and grab my pajamas. “Weactually shouldn’t.”

He frowns, eyes off to the side asIdress. “Right.Yeah.Onetime.”Whenhe looks at me again, his smile is watered down. “I’mgonna get some more wood and thenI’llmake us lunch.Youlike smoked salmon?”

“Sounds good.”

He watches me for a second.

It’s safer ifIdon’t say anything.

When he opens the door, the blast of freezing air is a wake-up call.

I need to get out of here.

Because the look he flashes me before he steps over the threshold isn’t filled with loathing or annoyance.

No, it’s something much worse.

He wears the same infatuated expressionIsaw that day at the fair.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

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