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That's all it takes. My back arches off the counter. I throw my head back and let go, the orgasm ripping through me in a rush of heat and sparks. My legs tighten around his waist, my body shaking as I come hard around him.

He curses, dropping his forehead against mine. His hips slam forward one last time, and he groans as he fills me up just like he promised.

When it's over, I'm still shaking. He releases my throat and wraps his fingers around the back of my neck instead, supporting my weight and holding me tight against him as we both catch our breath. He’s still hard inside of me as his hands slide over my skin, tracing my waist before moving across my belly and then up my spine like he can’t stop touching me now that he’s finally allowed.

I press my face into his shoulder, breathing in the warm, salty scent of him as my brain comes back to life. I know I finally took the leap, and I know I'm probably going to freak out about it later, but right now, I don't care. All I can think about is how good it felt. How right. How I want to do it again.

And again.

And again.

Sumner pulls back just enough to kiss my temple, his lips lingering there for a second. "We're never going back to just friends," he murmurs against my skin, his voice raspy and deep.

I let out a breathless laugh and slide my arms around his neck. "Good. I didn't want to be your friend anyway."

CHAPTER 23

SUMNER

Goldie stays wrapped around me while we both catch our breath, her arms locked behind my neck and her ankles crossed at my lower back.

My dick is still buried inside her, softening while her pussy tightens around me in small aftershocks. The fan on the counter is aimed in our direction, but all it’s doing is moving hot air around the kitchen.

I press my face into her damp neck and breathe her in.

Fuck, I missed this.

I’ve thought about getting back inside her every day since the hotel. I’ve replayed that night so many times I could probably list every sound she made in order, but this was better. This time she knew exactly who I was. She looked me in the eye and chose this.

Chose me.

Having her pregnant with my baby and full of my cum hits every fucked-up button I have. I wish I could get her pregnant all over again. My dick twitches inside of her at the thought.

My hands tighten, holding her against me while my body slowly comes down from the high.

Goldie’s grip loosens. She stays wrapped around me, her fingers dragging slowly over the back of my neck while her breathing settles against my shoulder.

I wait for her to say something, but I give her room to breathe.

“So,” she finally says.

“So.”

“That just happened.”

“Yeah.”

She takes one hand from behind my neck to push her glasses up her nose. They’re a little fogged up and it’s fucking cute. Her other arm stays wrapped around me, keeping our sweat-slicked bodies pressed together.

“I don’t regret it.”

“Good.”

Her eyebrows lift. “That’s all you’ve got?”

I tighten my grip on her when she shifts against me. “My brain’s not really functioning right now. Give me a minute.”

She laughs, dropping her forehead against my shoulder. Her laugh takes the pressure out of the moment.