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“Fuck—oh my God—” she came with a wrecked cry, thighs squeezing tight around my head, soaking my mouth, my jaw, my neck, as she came.

I groaned into her, licking her through it, feeling her pulse against my tongue, trembling above me, completely wrecked.

Andfuck—it sent me right over the edge. I choked on a groan, hips jerking, cock twitching, pleasure roaring through me as I spilled onto myself, hot and messy and so damn good I thought I might pass out from it.

She slumped forward, her chest heaving.

I exhaled hard, drawing my hands back, the absence of the pressure almost dizzying.

Then, I pressed a kiss to her thigh and looked up at her with a grin.

She lifted herself off me, her own breath still shaky as she moved back down the bed, hovering over me. She traced a hand down my chest, her fingers light, dragging over the sweat-dampened lines of my skin.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

She smiled—that lazy, post-orgasm, thoroughly fucked-out kind of smile—and tilted her head. “Are you?”

I exhaled through my nose, catching her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. “Yeah.”

She searched my face, something soft and unreadable flickering behind those silver-streaked irises. Then, quiet, soft, almost fragile— “I miss you so much.”

It was a punch to the ribs.

My fingers tightened around hers. “I know. I miss you too.”

Her lips parted slightly, eyes flicking over my face, searching, before she pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Come shower with me.”

CHAPTER FIFTY TWO

The sharp tap ofmy pen against the desk was like a metronome of my own stupidity.

I wasn’t thinking. Just zoning in and out, eyes burning as they locked onto the same cluster of numbers I’d been staring at for what? Hours? Days? Weeks?

I flicked my gaze down to the time on the screen.

12:32a.m.

Shit. How the hell had it gotten so late?

I set the pen down, rolling my shoulders back, trying to shake the irritating ache that’d buried itself deep in my muscles and tendons.

I barely even remembered sitting down at my desk. One minute, I was running through surveillance reports, cross-checking timestamps, trying to tighten the non-existent net around the bane of my life. And then out of nowhere, it was tomorrow.

Scrubbing a hand over my jaw, I grabbed my phone with the intent of at least checking in on Lilith. The second I unlocked it, the screen lit up with a barrage of missed texts.

Lilith

Did you know I’m still devastatingly hot and hilarious and you 100% miss me.

Lilith

Definitely not picturing you in flannel chopping wood right now. Just wanted to make that crystal clear.

Lilith

You want to kiss me. You want to kiss me so bad.

Lilith

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