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Her fingers curl into themselves.

"Brendon. I... Fuck." She bucks against my hand. "Fuck."

There.

Her hands go slack as she pulses around me.

God dammit, she's even more fucking beautiful coming on my hand.

I soak up every bit of her bliss. Every groan. Every shake. Every sigh.

Once she's come down, I drop her arms.

I bring my fingers to my lips and I taste every drop of her.

Then I wrap my arms around her and I pull her close.

And I soak up every ounce of her.

I letKay go back first.

I even have the courtesy to wash my hands.

Okay, that's bullshit. It's not courtesy. It's more that I need an ocean of cold water to convince my cock to settle down.

Those groans, the need filling her eyes, the way her wrists flexed against my hand—she's burnt into my brain.

When I get back to the suite, Kaylee is already sitting next to Emma. Her knees are glued together. Her cheeks are flushed. HalfI might accidentally flash the room. HalfI can't believe I did that.

Her eyes catch mine.

Her lips curl into a smile.

That blush spreads all the way to her cheeks.

This is our secret.

Or—

Dean looks to me and cocks a brow.

I say nothing as I take my seat next to him.

"You did," he whispers.

I shrug. "Mind your own business."

Walker chuckles. "About time, Kane."

Chapter Twenty-Nine

BRENDON

The next morning, I drop Kaylee off at school.

I think about her every break in my day.

By my last appointment, I'm chomping at the bit.

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