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I do everything to and with Claire that I’ve longed to do for over a decade, using my hands, my mouth, and my cock. And though I have her slowly and sweetly the first time, our second round is hot, sweaty, and just plain wild. It’s like everything we’ve been holding back for so long finally gets released.

“Damn,” I breathe as I fall back onto the pillows.

“Right?” Claire turns to her side and starts tracing small circles on my bare chest as she murmurs, “This should have been our wedding night.”

I raise a brow. “In Vegas?”

She nods once. “Uh-huh.”

“Nah.” I shake my head. “I’m glad we’re in my bed. We can stay here forever, and we never have to check out.”

That makes her laugh. “Forever? Uh, I think we’ll have to leave sometime.”

“Yeah, but—” I roll over onto her. “—not for a while.”

Time number three goes down in the books.

And then we’re on to the shower.

Shower sex with Claire has been a huge fantasy of mine. I guess because I’ve spent so much time in there jerking off while thinking about her.

Let me tell you, the real thing is so much better.

We christen her room too.

Oh, and the living room.

Even the kitchen is not off-limits.

By the time the sun starts to rise, that strip of condoms is indeed gone. And I am fucking exhausted. As is Claire.

I don’t have practice this morning, and she has nothing planned either, so, wrapped in each other’s arms, we finally get some much-needed sleep.

It is the best rest I’ve ever had.