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“More, please,” I begged.

“More?” He slid two fingers inside, making my legs quake.

“I’ve… missed… this,” I panted.

“Good girl. Are you going to cum for me?” Cal kissed my neck.

“My name isn’t… good girl,” I moaned louder. “Please.”

“Okay, princess. Are you going to cum for me?”

“Yes… oh God… yes!”

His fingers picked up speed, sending me into overdrive. I felt myself head over the edge, into heaven.

“Don’t fucking stop, Cal. Don’t stop,” I commanded.

Cal continued until I reached my climax. I triednotto scream, certain I frightened my mother and sister, but I couldn’t help it. After days without him and with no assurance it would work, here he was. Cal Markham wasmine. No matter what, he was with me. And right now, he wanted to be everything to me. It was the best feeling.

42RESOLUTION

Daphne

I ranmy index finger down Daphne’s soft arm as she lay on her side, slowly stirring in the morning light. We’d been like this for ages now, but she was finally coming to. Waking next to her—even in the strange place that was her childhood bedroom—felt wonderful, but knowing she was all in was better.

“I love you like this,” Daphne whispered. “With your hair a mess—as only I know you.”

I kissed her. “I love this, too.”

“I don’t want to get up. I don’t want to deal with anything. Meredith is going to call me to discuss what Scotland Yard has and how we can remedy this.”

I stroked her face, watching her melt into my touch. I loved the slight smile on her lips. She trusted me immeasurably—even now.

“What are you waiting on?” I asked.

She kissed me slowly. “It went well. Lanie may have a new admirer who doesn’t have a chance in hell, but we did what we needed to.”

“And Scotland Yard?”

“Well, they pulled the emails directly from the government’s server,” Daphne said. “He’s such a fucking dumbass.”

“He sent it using his government email?” I scoffed. “What the fuck?”

“The guys covered for him until they realized it was better to fuck him over. Lanie and I made it clear. And she sold it—hard.”

“She and Chloe are good wingwomen. They are ruthless.”

“They are. Thank God for vindictive sisters.”

“And when will the news break?”

“If they can find enough to charge him—and I suspect it will take about thirty seconds—they will do it tomorrow. It will break fast. Be prepared for the overflow.”

“Great. It’s not like I don’t have to speak tomorrow about future plans. We locked up the police deal.”

“I’m sorry to sidetrack you with my trashy life.”

I pulled her chin towards me. “Daphne, you never have to apologize. I am glad to defend your honor if I’m prepared. And I will.”

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