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Hope soars. I instinctively reach for Wilder’s hand, letting the strong grip of his fingers anchor me. I stare into his eyes as I ask, “What does that mean exactly?”

Kendra’s voice steadies and sharpens. “In the black book, there was a name—a Seattle detective my stepfather tried and failed to bribe. The detective was pissed, arrested him and everything, but Conrad had a judge in his pocket and made it disappear.

“Suffice to say, that detective held a grudge, and I made his day when I sent him everything. Some of the potential charges, like extortion and wire fraud, havepassed the statute of limitations, but a judge has issued warrants for the rest. There’s also more than enough to open investigations into the last six years of their practices. He’s going to tear them both apart.”

My eyes widen more on every word, and Wilder’s smile grows.

“He made four arrests today, including my stepfather, and the LAPD should be surprising Clay any minute. Thanks to all their hard work making themselves famous, tomorrow every major news network on the West Coast will be covering the story.”

There’s vicious satisfaction in her voice as she finishes, “A bunch of assholes are about to have the day they deserve.”

I slump into Wilder’s chest, boneless with relief.

“Thank you, Kendra.Thank you.”

She says thickly, “I can’t change what either of us went through, but at least the world will be a tiny bit safer for my daughters. Maybe… maybe someday you guys can meet them?”

Wilder’s thumb catches a tear on my cheek as I choke out, “I’d like that.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

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The following morning, after arguably the best night’s sleep of my life, my own moan transports me from an X-rated dream into an X-rated reality.

“Fuucck.”

Evangeline’s mouth pops off my cock. She swirls her tongue around my piercing before giving me a wicked smile. Her hands, slick with saliva, keep pumping me at a torturously slow pace.

“Good morning,” she says huskily. “Is this okay? You said I could practice while you were asleep.”

“Yes. Absolutely. Zero complaints.”

She smirks, teasing me with barely there swipes of her tongue. I sink my hands into her sleep-tousled hair, my hips straining off the bed.

“Put me back in your mouth, brat.”

Her naked chest flushes, eyelids falling to half-mast. With a small moan, she lowers her head and—shocking the fuck out of me—spits on my dick. The visual makes me jerk in her hands and leak pre-cum right onto her tongue. She hums happily as she laps it up, then takes me into her mouth again.

My fingers tighten in her hair as she returns to a rhythm guaranteed to destroy me. I’m already on the edge, and it takes mere seconds for me to lose it. My fingers and toes tingle, pressure gathering.

“You want my cum, baby?” She whimpers and nods. “Relax your throat. Yessss.Fuck,just like that.Swallow every drop.”

I groan mindlessly, my climax all the more intense as I keep my eyes open to watch her struggle to swallow it all. She finally rears back, panting, red-cheeked, and glowing with accomplishment.

Fucking immaculate.

She squeaks in surprise as I grab her under the arms and flip us. I drop between her legs, throwing her heels over my shoulders.

“My turn.”

A few hoursand orgasms later, we greet Lily, Rye, and Emma at the front door. It takes less than ten minutes for the women to disappear outside, chatting animatedly about weddings and some famous coordinator who agreed to meet with them next week.

I have a feeling we won’t see them for a while; if they end up in the studio, I doubt they’ll return before dinner.

“Who’s my favorite small human?” I ask the giggling toddler standing on my thighs.

“Me, Whyder! Me!”

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