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Melted to a consistency that I didn’t know where he ended, and I began.

And then, with his caramel-colored eyes locked with my golden ones, he started to move.

Long.

Sweet.

Soft.

Thrusting in and out of me.

Not fucking me.

But making love to me.

Every caress.

Every touch.

Every whispered word.

It was perfect.

Fucking perfect.

And when I came, I did it by breathing his name.

He returned the favor.

And after we both came down, he winked, pulled out of me, then he stood.

I held my breath.

Please, Xander.

Fucking please.

He winked, then he held out his hand for me, “Been wanting to make love to you in that shower. You game?”

At his words, I felt a part of my heart, the part he had bruised, heal. I smiled, then I placed my hand in his as he helped me from the bed, and then he led me to the bathroom.

Shower sex... was my second favorite.

Definitely.

He had given me a tour of the house.

Books now lined the bookcases.

The kitchen... was exactly as I had described how I wanted it to look.

The shiplap in the entryway was given a freshened up.

It was perfect.

After we got my car from the clubhouse, we went back to the Victorian.

And then, he showed me the deed.

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