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“Oh, Foster,” I lean closer, lips nearly brushing her ear, “there’s nothing professional about what I want to do to your bedside.”
“And that’s our cue,” Harper announces with a theatrical groan.“Goodbyyyyyye.”
They disconnect, leaving us surrounded by broken glass, anxious animals, and a heat between us that even the Christmas snow outside couldn’t cool.
Whatever comes next, we’ll handle it.
But first, I’ve got a Christmas present to unwrap.
Chapter thirty-eight
PART THREE
THEWE-GOT-THISMOMENTANDALL THE HAPPY (AND SEXY MOMENTS) AND EMOTIONAL SUPPORT PICKLES.
And sometimes, you give yourself the perfect Christmas gift.One you didn’t know was on your wish-list.Whether you've been naughty or nice.Or all the pages in-between.You give yourself you .And the person who makes you smile even brighter.
Oh and you give each other stomach-clenching, core-throbbing, heart-pounding orgasms.
Lady Grey
Chapter thirty-nine
EVE
"Adam—yes—rightthere—"
My back presses against the shower wall as Adam moves inside me, the force of his thrusts making the antique clawfoot tub creak beneath us.His hands grip my thighs, lifting me higher as water streams down between our bodies.
"Shh," he murmurs against my neck, his stubble leaving marks I'll feel all day."These old walls are paper-thin."
The reminder only makes everything more intense: Sally downstairs making breakfast, guests in other rooms, including that reviewer, all of them potentially hearing exactly what Adam is doing to me in this hundred-year-old bathroom.
"Then stop making me want to scream," I whisper, fingers digging into his shoulders as he adjusts his angle, hitting exactly where I need him.
His laugh is low and dark against my skin."Not a chance, Foster."
Last night I shattered in more ways than one: my grandfather's irreplaceable heart ornament in pieces on the floor, my careful control finally breaking as I sobbed in Adam's arms.But what broke me open wasn't only the loss.It was how Adam hadn't tried to fix it, hadn't offered empty reassurances.He simply held me, letting me feel everything without judgment.
And now his hands are everywhere at once.Strong, sure, finding all the places that make my breath catch.
"You feel so good," he breathes, voice strained as he fights to maintain control."So fucking good, Foster."
The steam surrounds us.I wrap my legs tighter around his waist, drawing him deeper as his rhythm grows more urgent.
"Look at me," Adam commands softly, and when I meet his gaze, the intensity there nearly undoes me.Desire.Need.Want.Love.Tenderness.Humor.Past.Present.Future.And the same steadiness I saw in his eyes last night when he cradled my trembling hands and promised we'd face everything together.
"I'm right here," I whisper, cupping his face as he moves inside me.
Something flashes in his eyes, like he's remembering all those years of screens between us, of distance and silence and missed connections."Not letting you go again," he promises, punctuating each word with a thrust that steals my breath.
"Good," I manage, losing myself in the rhythm we've created together."Because I'm not going anywhere."
A floorboard creaks in the hallway and we both freeze, my hand flying to cover my mouth as Adam goes completely still inside me.Footsteps pause outside the bathroom door, then continue down the hall.
"Close call," I whisper.
The corner of his mouth quirks up in that crooked smile that used to make my heart race during our video calls."Worth it."
