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She fell asleep as we talked late into the night holding each other. Neither of us wanted to let go for fear the other would be gone when morning came, but as I awake to a brand-new day, she’s in my arms.

I’m a whole year older.

She’s twelve years younger than me.

She’s my best friend’s daughter.

This is all wrong…but as I hold her in my arms at dawn, nothing has ever felt so right to me in all my life.

I breathe her in, and she shifts a little, waking as the sunlight starts to stream through the sides of our heavy drapes.

“Good morning,” she says, peeking through one eye to see I’m already awake.

“Good morning,” I murmur. I press my lips to her forehead, and she offers a soft moan. It’s similar to the sound she makes when I’m fucking her, and the Captain down below is wide awake and ready for more Gabby action.

I push my hips toward hers, and she tosses one leg over mine so I’m lined up with her. We’re both naked. We’re both ready. I have the overwhelming urge to slip inside her, and I grab my cock and lazily run it along her slit. She groans as I feel how slick she is for me already, and she pushes her hips down just as I line up with her hole. I dip inside, and the feel of her with nothing between us is fucking magic.

I don’t move for a beat, my cock twitching and begging for friction, but being inside her like this is so perfect that I don’t want to move. I don’t want to break the connection. Instead, I want to memorize this feeling, this moment, this overwhelming love that rushes through me as I feel her without anything between us for the very first time.

She slides her hips down because she needs the movement, too, and then we make love. It’s slow and lazy and luxurious, and as I feel her body start to stiffen over mine, that feeling like I’m going to come tears down my spine. I pull out of her and replace my cock with my fingers, which she rides as she fights her way through her climax, and I fist my shaft as my balls tighten and I start to come. I spill it all over her stomach just as she starts to come down from her release, and as my own climax starts to wane, I slide my cock through the mess I just made on her, spreading it around and marking her with my come.

“Why is that so hot?” she murmurs.

“Because you did that,” I say softly. “We did something intimate and sexy and sensual, and that’s the final product of our pleasure.”

“That’s both sweet and disgusting at the same time.”

I laugh. “Then let me clean it off you in the shower.”

“Deal.”

After our shower, I order room service. We lie together on the couch in front of the windows overlooking the view of the Strip while we wait for our food.

“What are your plans for the day?” she asks.

“I’m actually heading to the Vegas Aces game this afternoon. Want to come?”

“Of course I do, but what if there are cameras there showing all the celebrities? What if my dad sees us together?”

“Then we tell him it’s all part of you shadowing me,” I say with a shrug. “He’s the one forcing us to work together.”

She nods and presses her lips together as she squints at me if to say yeah, that could work . “In that case, I’d love to go. I just need to go home and get a change of clothes first.”

“I don’t want you to go,” I murmur, reaching out to grasp her foot between my fingertips.

“I don’t want to go, either,” she admits. “Good thing you live with me.”

I chuckle. “And good thing your dad is rarely home.”

“Even better that he hardly ever makes an appearance in our wing of the house,” she adds.

We both laugh at that a little, but the laughter fades as we start to realize exactly what all this means. Sure, it’s great that I’m living at her dad’s place until my house is ready in a few weeks. Sure, we’ll have time together.

But we’ll also have to hide the most important thing to ever happen to either one of us. We’ll be sneaking around, jumping apart at the sound of cars pulling into the driveway or doors opening, acting like we’re nothing more than acquaintances when she might know me better after a few weeks than people who’ve known me my entire life.

It’s a little disheartening, but it’s what we have to do right now. Maybe we’ll test the waters and see how Troy will react, or maybe it’ll get easier once I’m living at my own place.

For now, we’ll make the best of it.

After breakfast, she heads home to change, and I follow her to the door.

It feels strange telling her goodbye considering we live together, but there’s just something special about this hotel. It’s a meaningful place for us, I suppose. It’s where we first met, where we first had sex, where we first fell in love, and it’s also where we first reconnected after I acted like an idiot.

Thank God she took me back. Thank God she waited for me.

She believed in us, and she stuck around. She knew eventually I’d figure it out.

Jesus, she’s smart.

Too smart for a dummy like me, but I will take what I can get.

I grab her bag from her shoulder and set it on the ground beside her, and then I pull her into my arms. I drop my lips to hers for a slow and sensual kiss, and her eyes are clouded with lust when she pulls back.

“You keep doing that and we’re going to miss the game,” she murmurs.

“Worth it,” I say, and I kiss her again. I back her up until her ass hits the wall, and this kiss is different. It’s urgent and it’s hot and it’s intense.

It’s overwhelming.

I grab her wrists in one of my hands and hold them above her head, dropping my lips to her neck, tasting her with my tongue, and moving my mouth back to hers as I hold her in place, my hips pinning her to the wall and my hands still tight around her wrists. She thrusts against me, not scared that I have the strength to do whatever I want to her as I have her literally within my grasp. Instead she relishes it. She wants it, and I want to give it to her. Again and again and again.

Heat fires through my body, but I know we don’t have time. I also know we both need to recover. We’re both exhausted, our bodies wrung out but never fully sated unless we’re in the midst of an orgasm together, always wanting more, needing more, craving more.

Eventually I let her go.

Not because I want to, but because I know I need to. I need to check out. I need to call Kaylee to let her know I’m bringing a guest. I need to stop back at Troy’s place to change. Maybe I even need to warn Troy that I invited his daughter to shadow me at the Aces game.

I rest my forehead against hers for a beat as I drop her wrists and lace my arm around her, hauling her into me. The emotions racing through me are unfamiliar and terrifying, yet I know that I’m safe with her. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she says. Her palm finds my cheek, and she cradles me there for a beat, her eyes tender on mine when I pull back. She presses one final soft kiss to my lips, and then I release my hips from hers.

She doesn’t move for a beat, instead drawing in a deep breath like she has to compose herself before she can force one foot in front of the other to walk out the door.

The time in this room is over—for now, at least.

But what happened last night, well…it was the start of the rest of forever.