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“Yes.” I could feel myself getting close. We hadn’t been talking long, but hearing his voice echoing off the walls of the bathroom had my muscles tensing and my temperature rising.

He groaned, his breathing picking up pace. “The feel of your ass in my palms. Your hands on my chest. The way you’d arch your back.”

“Yes,” I said, drawing out the word. I leaned my head back against the tub and closed my eyes, my movements almost frantic now.

“That’s it,” he said, coaxing my release. Making it build. “That’s it,” he grunted, and I could tell he was close.

So was I. “Oh god.” The pleasure was building and building and…

“Come with me,” he growled.

I couldn’t have resisted if I’d wanted to, and as pleasure consumed me, I knew I was a goner. I surrendered to Connor, surrendered my fears, letting go as I rode out my release.

As the waves subsided and my vision cleared, I struggled to catch my breath. Connor hadn’t even touched me, and yet it was the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced. And I still didn’t know what he looked like.

“Whoa,” I said between pants. I sank deeper into the water, my limbs limp and my mind clear.

“Yeah,” he said, panting. “That was…something else.”

We were both quiet for a moment, catching our breath and perhaps collecting our thoughts.

“You okay?” he finally asked.

“Yeah.” My exhale was shaky like my limbs. “Yeah. Wow.” I was still trying to wrap my head around what we’d just done. And what it meant, if anything.

“Are you feeling more relaxed now?” he joked.

“For sure.”

“I can’t wait to see you,” Connor said.

“Just a few more days.”

I was giddy, my skin flushed with excitement, and I was smiling so hard it hurt. This might be the most reckless thing I’d ever done, but at the moment, I couldn’t find it in me to care.

CHAPTERTWELVE

Isank back on the pillow, a huge fucking grin on my face. A towel was draped over my lap, containing the giant mess I’d made. Olivia was…well, damn. I replayed what we’d just done, my cock twitching at the reminder of her breathy sighs and sexy moans as she’d come on the phone with me.

Fuck me, that was hot.

And in a few days, I’d get to see her. Touch her.

I couldn’t fucking wait.

I rolled over and caught sight of my dad’s letter sticking out from beneath one of the books on my desk. I gnashed my teeth and cleaned myself up before putting on a new pair of boxers.

Part of me was tempted to open the letter. Another, bigger part of me was tempted to burn it. What did he even want?

When my mom was alive, he’d treated both of us like shit. He’d effectively ignored me for nearly two decades. Had never reached out until a few months ago. And now that he was dying, he wanted what? Forgiveness?

I rested my elbows on my thighs, my gaze turned to the floor. I wondered what my mom would do. What she would tell me. I honestly didn’t know. Didn’t think she was the best judge when it came to my dad.

I sighed. I’d spoken at length with Tatum about my parents, trying to understand their motivations. Especially my mom’s seeming inability to leave my dad.

He’d pointed out a few things that had helped me empathize with her. Not that I was judging her for her actions. Merely…trying to understand.

Tatum had talked about the effects of abuse on self-esteem, and how that alone could make it feel impossible to leave or find a fresh start. He gently explained how dangerous it could be for someone to leave an abusive relationship, and the difficulty of breaking the cycle of control.

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