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“You feel so good,” I growl, gripping her hips harder. I’m sure I’m leaving marks, but I don’t care. I need this. Need her.

I pull out and lean down, spreading her cheeks, my cool breath ghosting over her most intimate place. She trembles beneath me.

“Amari, what are you?—”

I drag my tongue over her there, and she gasps. I work her with my tongue, tasting every inch of her while my fingers slide back inside her pussy. She’s moaning, begging, completely undone.

“Please, please, I need?—”

I know what she needs. I pull my fingers out, position myself at her entrance again, and slide back in from behind. But thistime, I press my thumb against her tight opening, applying gentle pressure.

“Oh god!”

“Relax for me, baby.”

I work my thumb inside slowly while thrusting into her. Both at once have her crying out, her whole body shaking. I’m watching my dick slide in and out of her, glistening with her arousal, while my thumb works her other entrance.

“I’m going to?—”

“Come for me.”

She shatters, her whole body convulsing. The feeling of her tightening around me sends me over the edge. I thrust deep one last time, my release pouring into her as I groan her name.

I collapse beside her, pulling her against my chest. She’s panting, practically passing out against me. I just hold her, feeling relieved for now. My fingers tangle in her curls, and I press kisses to her forehead.

“I love you,” I whisper against her skin.

“Love you too,” she mumbles, already half asleep.

I tighten my arms around her. I won’t lose her. I refuse to lose her.

16

CARLA

The next Day

Iwatch nervously as Bobby and Amari grab the final remaining pieces from the 3D printer and begin assembling the contraption. It’s small, barely the size of a shoebox, but since Nathaniel’s spirit doesn’t actually have a solid form, anything should work.

The pieces click together, creating what looks like an intricate puzzle box with glowing circuits running through its frame.

I’m supposed to go to limbo now, but I can’t bring myself to do it. Something about this tells me I’m not coming back if I leave, and it’s going to break me to never see Amari again. My stomach twists into knots, my hands trembling with anxiety.

Last night. God, last night. The way he took me from behind, the way his fingers played with my ass while he pounded into me, his other hand gripping my hip so hard I know there are bruises. The memory makes heat pool between my thighs. I want him to do it again. Soon.

I catch myself smoothing my hand over my dress in embarrassment when Bobby clears his throat. I look up. Amari’s giving me a seductive look, licking his lips slowly, then biting his bottom lip. He knows exactly what I’m thinking about. He furrows his brow and gives me a playful grin, his golden eyes glinting with hunger. “You need me, baby?”

My legs quiver a little. “Nope.” It’s a lie, and I know Amari can see right through me. Or should I say smell? The scent of my arousal betrays me every time.

He pats Bobby on the shoulder. Bobby continues to focus on putting the contraption together, his hands steady and sure as Amari approaches me. Each step he takes makes my heart pound harder.

“I wanted to see you one more time before I have to leave.”

He pulls me into his arms, and I melt against him. “I was going to go looking for you.”

I wrap my arms around him and pull him into a deep, passionate kiss. My lips part for him and his tongue slides against mine. I feel Amari pour his heart into it, his hands gripping my hips possessively, fingers digging into my flesh through the fabric of my dress. When he pulls back, we’re both breathing hard.

He grabs my hand and pulls it to his lips, gently kissing the back of it. I have to force myself to pull away. “Hurry up and go before I lose my nerve.”