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She only managed to keep herself up for another second before collapsing forward.

She laid like that for a few moments as her breathing finally returned to a semi-normal pace. Then she slowly pulled herself out of Jess, rolling to the side and dropping onto her back on the bed.

Jess pushed up onto her elbow, leaning over her as she kissed her softly.

Sam kept her eyes closed, taking deep breaths as she waited for her heartbeat to return to normal.

Then she felt Jess moving down the bed.

She opened her eyes just as Jess began undoing the harness around her hips.

She watched her carefully loosen each side, then Sam lifted her hips slightly as Jess pulled it away, tossing it to the side.

Then she waited for Jess to crawl back up to her side.

But she didn’t.

Instead, she settled back down between her legs.

Sam lifted her head, watching her curiously.

Jess’ eyes flicked up to hers. Then, with their gazes still locked, Jess dipped her head.

Sam gasped, shooting upright as she felt Jess’ tongue slide against her still throbbing clit.

Her hand instantly went to the back of Jess’ head before she could stop it, and Jess moaned into her.

When Sam tried to pull her hand back, Jess placed her own over it, pushing it back down against her, cementing it in place.

And that alone was enough to take her right back to the edge.

She ground herself against the full length of Jess’ tongue as her body released itself into her mouth.

When Jess’ tongue swirled over her the next time, everything unraveled.

Chapter twenty

The neighborhood looked smaller than Sam remembered, its once familiar streets somehow shrunken by the passage of time.

As Scarlett’s car rolled through the quiet, tree-lined neighborhood of Jess’ childhood home, Sam felt a strange mix of nostalgia and unease settling in her chest.

Scarlett pulled up in front of Jess’ dad’s house, the high-pitched squeal of worn down break pads interrupting the silence.

Sam glanced up at Jess, who sat in the front passenger seat, and then back at the house, its front porch light glowing softly in the gray evening air.

Sam opened the car door, sliding out into the street before grabbing their bags from the trunk.

“I’ll text you about the timing for the rehearsal dinner tomorrow,” Scarlett called out to Jess as she slowly rounded to the back of the car to where Sam stood waiting.

“Kay,” Jess mumbled, her face a mask of tension as she glanced up at the house.

She followed as Jess trudged up the driveway, her suitcase rolling behind her.Then she waited a few steps behind as Jess knocked before her father opened the door.

“Hi,” he said, his deep voice commanding attention even in its low volume.

“Hey dad,” Jess said, stepping forward and wrapping her arms around his thick torso in a tight hug.

Fine lines now marked his face, and deeper shadows etched permanently between his brows gave him a more weathered appearance. The light brown hair that once carried only a hint of gray had faded almost entirely to silver.