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I nod and shift my weight to bounce back, wanting him to fuck me.

“You feel amazing,” he tells me, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control as he starts to piston in and out of me. “Better than anything. You with me, darling?”

I respond by reaching between my legs to touch myself, craving the extra stimulation as he moves inside me. Soon enough, I can’t hold back. I need it. I need more and I meet him thrust for thrust, encouraging him to move faster and fuck me harder.

It drives him wild, and his thrusts become more insistent.

It’s such a tight fight, one we’re barely able to make work. It has sweat crackling on my forehead and between my breasts. Rough hands slide up and down my body, and he brings me upright so he can kiss and suck on my neck and work my tits.

I lean back into him, my braced hand on the back of his head to hold him against me, my other still working my clit in fast, tight circles. I never expected it to feel like this. It’s so different and so good.

“Loomis,” I pant. “I’m close.”

He moves us forward until his chest is against my back with his arms braced on either side of me. In this position, he can kiss my shoulder, my neck, the sensitive spot behind my ear that always makes me shiver while he slaps into me, drilling into myass. My movements become erratic as his cock thickens and the fit grows tighter.

“Come for me,” he demands against my skin. “Let me feel your hot little ass squeeze me.”

My release comes on like the crashing of a wave, my body spasming around him as I thrust back, hitting him pound for pound as he drives in me with relentless force. A scream catapults from my lungs, and I bury my face in the pillow to try and stifle it. He follows me down, still inside me, his hips moving in shallow thrusts as he rides out my climax with me.

The second I’m done, he pulls out and with short, fast motions, he jerks his cock and groans loudly as spurts of white cum shoot on the small of my back and ass. My name hits the air right before he collapses onto his side, winded like he just sprinted a mile.

For a moment, I can’t move, can’t think, I can only feel the aftershocks of pleasure as they ripple through me. Absently, I note Loomis getting off the bed and going to the bathroom, only to return with a wet cloth.

I swat him away as he goes for my ass. “Um, no. Are you kidding?”

“What?”

“I’m not letting you wipe me there.”

“You’ll let me fuck you there but not take care of you afterward?”

“Exactly.”

He chuckles and collapses beside me on the bed. “Fine. I’ll leave you to that.”

I head for the bathroom and sputter a laugh when I catch my reflection. “Hot mess, party of one.” I twist and laugh again when I see my back is covered in cum. “Such a dirty whore, Keegan Fritz.” I smile stupidly as I clean myself up. By the time Ireturn, Loomis is already half asleep, but as I climb into bed, he tugs me against him, and we lie face-to-face.

He cups my cheek. “Was that okay?” he asks, suddenly anxious. “I didn’t hurt you?”

My smile is no doubt lazy and satisfied. “It was perfect.” I run my fingers through his hair, pushing it back from his forehead. “You’re perfect.”

He scoffs at that. “Far from it.”

“Perfect for me, then.” I scoot closer, tucking myself against him, my head finding that spot on his chest where I fit just right. We lie in companionable silence for a while, not speaking, just holding each other. Falling asleep without space dividing us.

Loomis presses a kiss to the top of my head, breathing in the scent of my hair. Outside, I can hear the distant sounds of the city. Car horns, snippets of conversation from pedestrians—or possibly press—below. But here, in this bed, with this man, I’ve found a stillness I never knew I was searching for. And I’ll never let it go.

EPILOGUE

“Well, that didn’t go as expected,” I say, finishing off the last of my champagne. Sorel went into labor in the middle of her shower when all the guys arrived and scared the crap out of her. She and Mason are on their way to the hospital now, and I’m kind of dying to be there for it. I miss work. I miss being a doctor.

“So now that you’re a famous author, do you plan to finish your residency?” my uncle Carter asks, swirling his glass of bourbon around in his hand.

“Are you adding mind reader to your list of talents?”

His gaze flickers up to mine, his brows pinched. “How’s that?”

“I was just thinking about how seeing Sorel go into labor made me want to get back to work. But I also love being an author, and I want that to happen too.”