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Walker

Have you found out if she’s single?

Eden

Walker, go back to the kitchen …

EPILOGUE

Hart

Ten Months Later

“I’m going to come!” Sadie leaned her head back over the edge of the hot tub, her arms spread across the top, holding herself steady, her lips wet from the steam of the water.

And from licking them.

And from biting the shit out of them while I fucked her.

Her mouth was directly in front of mine, sucking in some air, moaning, “Lockhart, I’m going to come right now!”

As always, I could tell. Which was why I’d positioned her legs around my waist, why I ground her clit with my thumb, why I had picked up even more speed. I was bucking my hips forward and back, giving her added friction with each stroke, the water slapping every side of me.

My thrusts were achingly deep.

Hard.

Sharp.

Fuck, I was going to come too.

I reared back, pausing there for just a second with only my crown inside her. I let the tingles build in my sac, feeling them take hold of me—through my body, into my shaft, working toward my tip—and when I couldn’t stand it any longer, when I couldn’t hold off my orgasm for another second, I buried myself into her pussy.

That wetness.

That fucking tightness.

All it took was that one drive, and I lost it.

“Sadie!”

She was matching me scream for goddamn scream. “Yes! Fuck! Ah!”

Our bodies were so locked together that I could feel just how hard she was coming. Not by her moans, although that helped. Not by her breathing, despite that giving it away too. But by the way she was pulsing, gripping me from the inside, contracting around my dick.

“Oh my God!” she cried.

“Agh,” I hissed as her body began to loosen and mine became drained, the final jerk of my hips finishing off the last of my cum, and I wrapped my arms around her.

“Mmm.” She nuzzled her face into my neck, and out of nowhere, she laughed. “Now I see why when we’re home, you always choose to have sex in the pool instead of the hot tub. The cool water is definitely a better pick over hot water. I’m semi-dying in here.”

“I can take care of that.”

I carried her up the small stairs, lifting her out of the bubbles, and walked us over to the private bean-shaped pool, both directly outside our villa. The change in temperature was appreciated, given how badly I was sweating.

“Much better.” She kept her arms circled around my neck.

“About tonight … I know we have a sunset cruise planned, and the captain is picking us up in about two hours, but I thought we could take a walk on the beach first.”