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The contractions began. My lids slammed together.
“Open your eyes and look at me.”
I obliged. His features were so perfect. His strokes were so perfect.
“Shit,” he growled.
My secretion was generous. My thighs and his groin area were ruined. The contractions managed to extract August’s semen from the head of his missile.
His body stiffened but continued plunging into my soaking wet slit. His head fell onto my chest. His hands tightened around my waist. And, just like that, we both lost ourselves in each other.
Time passed us by. I wasn’t sure how much, but neither of us were in a hurry to return to the real world. I wanted to stay locked in our bubble for as long as we could. But there was a dinner we were expected to get through and both of our spots were empty.
“Spend the night with me,”August asked, ejecting his semi-hard from my body.
He switched the positions of the handles on the sink. Partially cold and partially hot water began running.
“Where?”
“At my place.”
I couldn’t suppress my smile.
“That’s doable.”
“It wasn’t a question, Ti. I was letting you know what your plans were for the night. I want you in my space.”
“Getting on your nerves.” I chuckled.
“You don’t get on my nerves, love. Your energy– I miss that.”
“I’ve missed you.”
“Yeah?”
“Then let’s do some ’bout that.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“Put your plans on pause. I’m kidnapping you for the weekend.’
“What about work?”
“Balle will be at her man’s for the weekend. If she leaves the house, Koen and Saint’s new detail will make sure they’re good.”
“He has a detail now?”
“His father’s wishes. Things have been uneasy since everything happened with you and Balle.”
Rome was affected by Aliza’s plan to become Prima Ballerina, a title that would never be hers. Not even in hell.
“Understood. Better safe than sorry, huh? There are a bunch of crazies in this world.”
“I’m one of ‘em. ’Bout you… and ’bout her.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck as he placed a warm towel against my center. Carefully, he cleaned me, making sure he didn’t miss a spot.
“I’m ovulating, August.”
