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“Jesus fuck,” I said, pulling out my cock and giving it a long stroke. “Why aren’t you wearing any panties?”

She ran her hands over her inner thighs. “I hoped I might see you this morning.”

Before everything. I understood. I’d spent an hour away from her, and all I’d wanted was to get her back in my arms immediately. Every time I was stopped by yet another fucking person who wasn’t her, I’d wanted to snarl at them. To tell them they were standing between me and the woman I loved.

But here I was, with her sitting right here, ready for me.

So fucking ready.

I brought my free hand to her center and stroked the length of her wet slit. “You wanted to get fucked again, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” she breathed, bucking her hips at me. She was trying to get me to finger fuck her.

“You want me to touch you, don’t you? You want that pretty pussy filled with my cum again, is that it?”

She whimpered now, inching forward. “Please.”

I stroked my cock again, precum slippery over my head.

“Touch yourself for me.”

She brought her hand down, giving herself a soft stroke.

“I said touch yourself, baby girl.”

She sped up, doing exactly as I asked. It was so fucking hot. I stroked my cock harder to the rhythm of her hand.

“I want—” Her breath hitched.

“Faster, sweetheart. Bring yourself close. Then you can tell me what you want.”

She was frantic now, her hand sliding over her clit. I slipped two fingers into her pussy, and she let out a loud gasp. She was going to come. I could feel her clenching against me. And if I kept up this stroking, I would, too.

I pulled away, grasping her wrist.

“This way.”

CHAPTER16

Sarah

Jamie led me to the far corner of the room, which was out of the direct line of sight of the door. If someone came in, we’d at least have a few seconds to cover up.

Maybe.

I appreciated the thought. I should have been completely resistant to doing this anywhere close to a public space again, but apparently what had happened hadn’t taken any of the thrill of this away.

There was a table against the wall here, but instead of setting me on it right away, he kissed me so deeply my chest fluttered.

My heart felt so fragile, my mind reeling.

I knew he thought the job with Empire was going to take me away from him. And he hadn’t fought it. He even told me why. As much as I wanted to believe he’d change his mind, I realized when I was curled up against him that it would be for the last time. He was convinced I shouldn’t be with him. And as much as it hurt, I knew my prophecy hadn’t been broken. I couldn’t have the job and love.

In fact, I’d just lost both.

So I took this kiss. I absorbed all the pleasure and all the pain and wrapped it around my heart, where maybe someday I could think about Jamie and it wouldn’t hurt. Maybe one day I might not actively miss him.

And until then, I’d enjoy this last moment of absolute pleasure with him. How fitting that it was happening in the spot where I rediscovered my voice.

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