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“Only for you.” Cass’s nerves calmed ever so slightly when Rebecca stopped shaking. If anyone walked in now, they would see the Rebecca everyone knew. Confident, sexy, flirty. A completely different woman than the one just moments ago. Maybe I should just call Aunt Wills to see what she says. “Tacos?”

“Make it a burrito, and I’m in. No wait. I want a taco, too.”

Cass laughed. “Okay, we’re gonna split a big ass burrito and get a couple of tacos, too.” She pulled out her phone and opened the delivery app. “I want some queso, too, since I’m not getting any ricotta,” she winked. “And, like, a tub of that special sauce they have.”

“I have your special sauce right here, you bottomless pit.”

“Oh, baby, you’re dessert.”

Cass kissed Rebecca’s neck as she moved slow and steady inside her. Rebecca’s soft moans in Cass’s ear were like a balm to her troubled mind. Dinner went off without a hitch, but Cass couldn’t get what happened before out of her head. She needed to talk to Rebecca about all of this. Tomorrow, she thought as she made love to Rebecca. We’ll talk tomorrow.

“Cassidy,” Rebecca whispered in the ear close to her mouth. Cassidy nipped at her neck, rolling her hips as she buried herself deep inside Rebecca. “Look at me, baby.”

Cass lifted her head, gazing down at Rebecca. The muscles in her arms strained as she held herself up. Her ass clenched when Rebecca dug her nails in, pulling her closer.

“I love you, Rebecca.”

Rebecca’s breath hitched, and she wrapped her legs around Cassidy’s waist. “I love you, Cassidy.” She brought her hands up, cupping Cassidy’s face and bringing her down for a passionate kiss. As the orgasm shot through her, Rebecca squeezed her eyes shut, moaning against Cassidy’s lips. The kiss broke when Cassidy came as well, grinding out a guttural moan. “So much,” Rebecca murmured reverently.

“Good morning, Mrs. Giles!”

Rebecca smiled at the enthusiastic greeting. “Good morning, Dani. Does Hunter have you answering phones now? Do I need to talk to her about working you too hard?”

Dani snickered. “Nah, it’s all good. I’m just helping out in between sessions. Jonelle is still on maternity leave, so it’s all hands on deck.” Dani leaned in and dropped their voice. “I still have hands.”

Rebecca snorted a laugh. “I’m glad you’re here, actually. I wanted to tell you how proud I am of you, Dani. Physical therapist? That’s impressive.”

“Assistant,” Dani corrected with a blush. “I have a long way to go if I want my DPT, but I’ve been really lucky getting to work with some great PTs, ya know? And, like, I couldn’t have done it without… family.”

Rebecca reached over the counter and patted Dani’s hand. “That’s what family is for. Keep up the good work! You think it’s a long way to go, but you’ll get there before you know it. Now, is the tyrant in?”

“Tyrant? I’ll have you know I’m a very nice, very generous boss.” Hunter winked at Dani and kissed Rebecca on the cheek. “Good morning, Rebecca. To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Can we?” Rebecca gestured away from the front desk.

“Of course. Let’s go to my office. Dani, could you let Mo or Patty know I’m tied up for the foreseeable?”

“You got it, Boss!”

Rebecca pushed Hunter as soon as they were in the hall and headed to Hunter’s office. “Really? Tied up? Was that a Mistress joke?”

Hunter shrugged with a sly grin. “If the whip fits.” She opened the door to her office and ushered Rebecca in. “Have a seat.”

Rebecca settled in, crossing her legs as she looked around. Oddly enough, this was the first time she’d ever been in Hunter’s office at the clinic. Sure, she had helped bring the clinic to fruition, but most of Rebecca’s work can be done remotely. And since she had absolutely no idea how to outfit a medical clinic, she stayed behind the scenes and let the professionals handle the rest.

This office was definitely Hunter — with a bit of Ellie’s touch. It was a corner office boasting a large window with a view of palm trees and mountains in the distance. A built-in made of balsa wood lined the wall behind Hunter, holding medical books that Rebecca couldn’t fathom reading. The room itself was painted in a muted gray, offering patients a warm yet neutral environment.

“Approve?”

Rebecca brought her eyes to Hunter and lifted a shoulder. “Depends. Did you decorate, or did Ellie?”

Hunter quirked an eyebrow. “Ellie.”

“Then it’s perfect.”

Hunter laughed heartily. “Have you always been this ornery?”

“Nah, it’s getting worse as I age,” Rebecca quipped.