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The sensations are too numbered and too intense, and when mixed—it’s all too much.

“I’m going to come,” I warn as my body begins to tremble. “I can’t stop it.”

“Don’t stop it.” He groans, his pelvis hitting against my backside. “I want to feel you on my cock.”

My final band of control snaps. Wave after wave of pleasure rolls over me, drowning me in its bliss.

“That’s it,” he says, sliding into me one last time. He’s buried so deep as he groans that I can feel his release. “Fuck.”

I force my eyes open to watch him.

Head back. Throat exposed. His muscles strained as he swirls his hips against me.

“Look at me,” I say with surprising clarity. “I want to watch you enjoy me.”

His eyes open—heated and hooded. A sheen of sweat coats his delicious body. His throat flexes as his orgasm fades.

My God. My heart skips a beat.I’ve never seen anyone so sexy, and I’ve never witnessed a better sight in my life.

He heaves a breath, growing still behind me. I’m rewarded with a soft smile as he pulls out of me.

I tingle from head to toe.

“You, Mrs. Brewer, are a force to be reckoned with.”

I turn, my dress draping down my body, covering me again. “You can reckon me any time you want.”

He scoops me up like he did before. This time, he kisses me softly before he moves through the room.

“Where are we going?” I ask, my fingers toying with the back of his hair.

He grins. “To reckon with you again.”

Chapter 18

Jason

Dawn begins to creep into the desert.

I glance at the clock and then over to Chloe, curled beside me. The whispers of her sleep drift through the bedroom.

Her hair is splayed across the pillows, and her cheek nestles against my side. Having her this close has caused something to bloom inside my chest.

The contentment that fills me this morning is a feeling I’ve never believed was real. Life’s too busy, too complicated to have a moment without something niggling in the back of my brain. There hasn’t been a day in my life—not even as a child—that I remember not being preoccupied with something—a test, contract, or duty.

Until now.

There’s only one thing on my mind that I care to be concerned about while in this bed.Chloe.

Her ringed finger sits on my stomach, and I can’t help but recall her reaction to me placing it on her finger. Shock. Disbelief.Happiness.

I’m just happy that it made it on time. It was possible only because my mom’s best friend is a jeweler with a boutique inLas Vegas. And Siggy just happened to be in town for the grand opening, understood what I was after, and had it couriered to the penthouse just before we arrived.

My phone chirps on the nightstand and I grab it without disrupting Chloe. Just as expected, the family text chat is alive and well.

Grinning, I open the thread and catch up.

Bianca: Did anyone bother to get an actual picture last night?