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CHAPTER 39

Brian

For a while, we just exist in each other’s arms, letting the water pour over our skin, soaking in the quiet intimacy.

There’s no urgency, no rush.

Just us.

We should be lathering up, washing off every trace of today. But the second either of us catches that look—the heat in our eyes, the unspoken longing—we’re drawn back in, making up for lost time in fucking spades.

I carry her out of the shower, our bodies locked in a wet, tangle of limbs and kisses as we collapse on the bed. The cool air hits us, but it barely registers, not with the blazing heat between us still threatening to burn everything in its path.

It’s like the world has vanished, and all that’s left is this—the pulse of want and a primal need that fuels every breath and touch.

Slowly, she shifts me onto my back, her fingers trailing lightly along my skin—my side, my abs, down my thigh. Until she reaches the speed bump in the road, and hesitates.

Whenher gaze rises to meet mine, I see something that tightens my chest—tenderness and...

Carefully, she undoes the strap, gently removing my steel-crafted limb with a care that damn near wrecks me.

It’s like she knows the part of me that can’t feel pain is the one that weighs on me the most.

It’s a simple, practical act—its removal. But with Jules, it’s pure torture and bliss all at once, as if she’s peeling back every dark, twisted layer I’ve ever hidden behind.

Exposing the wounded beast. The broken soldier. And a man who would bleed his soul dry just to let her in.

She slides over me, our lips barely brushing, and suddenly it’s not just lust—it’s more. It’s every hollow, aching part of me being filled all at once, overflowing.

My hands glide over her skin, soft as silk, my fingers tracing the fullness of her breast. I tease her dusky rose nipple with my lips and tongue, savoring the way her body responds to every touch.

Her back arches, fingers on my chest, taking me until I’m buried deep. We move together, perfectly in sync, and instinct thrums through me hard.

I flip her onto her back, my body taking over, relentless as I give her everything I have, both barrels.

With one swift move, I throw her leg over my shoulder and slam into her, a raw, guttural “fuck” escaping as I lose myself in her warmth, her slick heat pulling me deeper.

Even with the sound of skin slapping against skin, our ragged breaths echoing through the room, I hear it—soft, like a confession. “I love you,” she whispers, her voice breaking through the haze.

It’s all I need.

Whatever control I had left snaps, and we fall apart together, our bodies trembling as the world fades, completely undone in each other’s arms.

With her wrapped around me, we drift into a deep, sated sleep, the words slipping out softly, effortlessly.

“I love you, too, Jules.”

CHAPTER 40

Brian

I’m finishing up the last few tasks at the office when a soft knock snaps me out of my thoughts. Imani steps in, her hand resting on the barely there curve of her belly, a warm smile tugging at her lips.

“Off to the doctor,” she says, giving her stomach a little pat.

I grin and nod. “Take the day off. You’ve been pulling double duty, as my admin and Mark’s. But soon enough, I’ll be out of your hair.”

“Thank God,” she teases, rolling her eyes dramatically. “But let’s be real—you’re just moving one floor down. I’ll still hear your crazy love-struck humming.”

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