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And fuck, it’s music to my ears.

“Mine,” I repeat, increasing the speed of my shallow thrusts.

“All yours,” she whispers, pulling me in for another kiss, clenching and releasing my girth as she does.

We kiss. We move. I let my hands roam her body, tracing every curve.

And the friction between us builds. Tension coils in my back, heat radiates in every limb from the strain of holding myself back.

I can feel it in her too. A string pulled too tight, ready to snap at any moment.

“Bash, Bash. Don’t stop,” she murmurs against my lips. “I’m so close.”

My hand curves over her ass, playing with her from behind. “You gonna come for me, baby?”

She just moans into my mouth, arching her back into every bit of pressure.

I press in, feeling her body go taut. I can feel it coming. She rides me harder, skin damp, movements rough.

I bite at her ear again, getting the sense that she likes that.

“Atta girl,” I whisper as I press my fingers to her clit. I feel her shiver and smile against her neck. Then my opposite hand gripsher shoulder and takes control of the motion. I grit out, “Take. It. All,” as I shove her down in one rough motion. Impaling her as she shatters. Pushing her over the edge on a loud cry.

“Oh fuck! Bash!”

The sound of her coming with my name on her lips sends me barreling right off the same cliff. I spill into her tight heat with a deep groan.

We fall into each other, and I give myself over to the instant feeling of everything being right in the world.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

GWEN

We dress in a giddy silence. Our eyes catch now and then, and each time, we share a small smile or a disbelieving headshake.

There’s no awkwardness, but there is a manic sort of excitement. It’s hard to explain.

All I know is that I’ve never felt like this before.

We leave his airplane hand in hand. And I don’t know who reaches first, me or him, or if we both reach for each other at the same time.

I glow, feeling like the cat who caught the canary as I strut through the airplane hangar. That is, until we have to pass Greg in his office, near the exit.

“You two have fun out there?” he calls from his desk.

“I can’t imagine a more perfect flight,” Bash deadpans, giving nothing away.

The man turns his attention to me. “And you, Gwen? I heard on the radio that it was your first time. How’d it go?”

My mouth pops open, and my cheeks go hot. I know he doesn’t know what we just did, but I’m reading it as innuendo anyway.

I let out a nervous giggle, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “Unforgettable.”

He gives me a wide, clueless grin. “That’s what we love to hear.”

With that, Bash tugs me forward. “Catch you next time, Greg,” he calls, like he can’t wait to get away from this interaction.

I tuck my chin as I let him lead me out of the hangar. And it’s only when we get outside and close the door behind us that we turn to face each other and burst out laughing.