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I don’t stop.

I drag it out, licking slow, letting my fingers work deeper, letting her pleasure build again until she’s gasping, grabbing at my hair, trying to control it but she can’t.

I fucking love it.

Love her.

She shatters.

That’s two.

Her whole body tenses, then slumps, and I know if I let go now, she’d collapse.

She’s breathing too fast, struggling to find words.

“I…fuck, Zachs.”

She’s begging, pushing at my shoulders.

Not yet.

I growl against her, hands gripping her thighs as I work her through one more, pushing her to the fucking edge of sanity.

Three.

She screams my name, her whole body shaking, her fingers clawing at me, trying to pull me away.

And when I finally let up, finally pull away and look up at her…

She’s gone.

Shaking. Breathless.

Fucking perfect.

Flushed, panting, still trembling, her legs barely able to hold her.

I stand, grip her gently, just in time to catch her as she collapses against me.

She sags into my chest, her breath hot against my throat.

I grin, pressing a slow, lazy kiss to her temple. “Told you to stay on your feet.”

She groans, weakly shoving at my chest. “Shut up, Zachs.”

I chuckle, pull her in tighter, closer, lips brushing against her ear. “Not a chance, Doc.”

Chapter Eighteen

Faith

“Zachs, on deck,” Dax snaps over the walkie.

“Five minutes out,” Zachs replies, then turns to me. “Can you walk?”

The cocky grin on his face makes me want to hit him. But it’s a fair question. My legs feel like they’re made of water, my body still thrumming with the aftershocks of what he just did to me.

“Piss off,” I mutter, pushing off the wall.

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