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“Again,” she said breathily.

“That’s my dirty girl.” He grabbed her ass with both hands, lightly kissing one cheek before sinking his teeth into it. A long, sexy moan filled the air, and she pushed her ass back. He slid his tongue over the sore spot and spread her ass cheeks, dragging his tongue between them, slowing to tease her tightest hole. Her head dropped between her shoulders, her arousal drenching her thighs. “Spread your legs so I can eat your pussy.”

She did, and he ate his fill, using one hand on her clit, the other on her tightest hole.

“Oh…Baz…God…”

He quickened his efforts, and she pushed her ass harder against his finger, urging him on. He spit on his finger and went back to devouring her sweet heat. When she pushed her hips back again, his finger breached that tight rim of muscles. “Yes—” she cried out. How could one word be so filled with pleasure? He rose to his feet, pumping that finger slowly, earning moans and thrusts of her hips as he aligned his dick with her pussy and pushed in deep. Ice and heat exploded in his chest at the feel of her engulfing him. “Jesus. So tight.”

“Feels so good,” she panted out.

He grabbed her hip. “Tell me if it hurts, or if I go too hard or fast, because I’m going to lose my fucking mind inside you like this.”

She looked over her shoulder at him, the fire in her eyes burning through his skin. “I want you to lose your mind.”

That was all it took to sever his restraint. He thrust, plunging deep inside her, again and again, his finger working her ass, making her tighter and wetter, her moans and pleas heightening every sensation. “So good, baby.” He moved his hand from her hip to her clit, working her everywhere he could reach. Her needy sounds tangled with his until she surrendered all control, crying out loud and untethered, her pussy and ass pulsing so tight, pleasure seared through him like lightning, and her name shot from his lips. The world tilted on its axis as they rode the waves up, up, up to the crest, ravaged by ecstasy. When they finally began to descend from their peaks, their bodies shuddering and quaking, he wrapped his arms around her, still buried deep, and took her breasts in his hands.

She gasped, her body squeezing his dick.

“I want you to come again.”

“I can’t,” she panted out.

He rolled her nipples between his fingers and thumbs. “You can. Your pussy’s squeezing me. It wants to come one more time.” He nipped at her back, and her body tightened again. “That’s it. Touch yourself. Let’s make you come again.”

She was breathing hard, but she reached between her legs with one hand. “That’s my girl. Chase that pleasure, baby. Squeeze your thighs together.” She did, and he squeezed her nipples as he worked them. “Ahh…Baz.” The surprise in her voice made him smile. He nipped at her back again, only this time he held her skin between his teeth, just tight enough to make her squeeze her thighs tighter and work her pussy faster. She leaned up on one palm, pushing against him, keeping his cock deep inside her. “That’s it. Squeeze tight and hold it while you stroke your clit.”

Her breaths came in fast spurts, and he knew she was almost there. “Fuck. God you make me hard.” He pumped his hips and squeezed her nipples hard. She cried out as her orgasm crashed into her, clenching so tight around his cock, heat sped down his spine, and he exploded in a hailstorm of erotic sounds and powerful thrusts, taking her right up to the peak with him.

A LONG WHILE later, after sharing a warm bath and their excitement over the photo shoot, Emerson lay sleeping in his arms, their bodies intertwined, their hearts so entrenched with each other, he couldn’t imagine how his would ever beat alone again. He kissed her temple, whispering, “I love you,” and threw a silent prayer up to the universe to keep her safe while he was away.

Chapter Thirty

EMERSON WAS STILL reeling from the amazing day they’d had yesterday as she pushed Brennan’s stroller on their walk the next morning. It was a perfect morning. The sun was shining, Ollie was trotting alongside Baz, and all she wanted was more. More summer days with Baz and Brennan, more dinners with his family, and more of the way he was looking at her right now. Like he was thinking the exact same thing.

Until he pulled out his phone for the umpteenth time and thumbed out a text.

He wasn’t usually so attached to his phone, and it was bugging her. The thing she loved most about their weekend walks was that it was just the four of them, without being hemmed in by walls or distracted by work. She watched him as another text rolled in and felt guilty for being annoyed, since he was usually so attentive. But she was feeling the weight of his impending trip, and she treasured every second they had together. She wasn’t worried that the texts were from another woman. She knew he’d never hurt her like that. But she was stupidly jealous of whoever was getting his attention this morning.

She felt bad for Baz. When they first got together, her emotions were all over the place from pregnancy hormones. Now they were out of whack because she loved him so much, she ached with it, and she was going to miss him every minute he was gone. She was trying hard to play it cool, and the truth was, she was fine with him going. She wanted him to fulfill that dream, and four months wasn’t that long. But selfishly, she also wanted every minute she could have with him before he left. She tried to hold her tongue, as she’d been doing all morning, but as a third text rolled in, she just couldn’t do it.

“Baz, is something going on? Do you need to be someplace else?”

“No.” He pocketed his phone. “Sorry, darlin’. Just taking care of some scheduling business.”

He was smiling, but she saw tension in his eyes, and now she really felt bad. He was so supportive of her work, and here she was getting jealous over something stupid. “Do you need to go to your office? We don’t have to spend the whole day together if you need to get stuff done.”

“No. I want to be with you and Brennan.”

“I know you do, but we could go to your place while you work. I’ll put Brennan in his carrier and let Ollie play with Sid and Gunner’s dogs. Then when you’re done, we’ll be right there.”

“I appreciate that, but I’m good. I’ve got things pretty well locked down now. The texts should end soon, and I promise our afternoon will be text free.”

“It doesn’t have to be text free, but you’ve been sidetracked all morning. Do you want to talk about whatever’s going on?”

“What’s going on is that I’ve wasted enough time texting.” He draped an arm over her shoulder. “What do you think about cooking out tonight?”

He was good at thwarting conversations he didn’t want to have, and she wondered if he was dealing with his trip schedule. If so, she didn’t blame him for not wanting to talk about it. When it came to his trip, they were both walking a tightrope, saying only what needed to be said, so she let it go, leaning into making the most of their time together. “Can we make s’mores?”