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My moans mingled with his as I rocked my hips, feeling him deep inside me, filling me in all the right ways. “Oh yeah,” I cried out, the pleasure coursing through me, building to an overwhelming peak.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna come, babe. Your pussy is so fucking tight,” Yarder groaned, his words sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine.
I ground my hips harder against him, my body on the edge of release. And then it hit me; a wave of ecstasy crashed over me as I reached the pinnacle of pleasure.
Yarder’s loud moan mingled with my own cries of pleasure as he released himself inside me, our bodies trembling with the intensity of our shared climax.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, I collapsed against Yarder, spent and exhausted, feeling his arms wrap around me, holding me close.
“How the fuck does it get better every time?” Yarder wondered aloud, his breath warm against my skin.
I chuckled softly. “I don’t know, but you’re right. It just does.”
Each moment with Yarder felt like a revelation, a testament to the depth of our connection and the passion that burned between us. Tonight had been no exception; our three rounds of sex had left us both sated and blissfully spent.
But even as I lay in his arms, basking in the afterglow, a sense of unease gnawed at the edges of my consciousness. Tomorrow was the day Yarder’s plan would be put into action, and the thought of him facing danger without me by his side filled me with a sense of dread.
“You’re fucking insatiable tonight,” Yarder murmured, pressing a tender kiss to the side of my head.
I sighed contentedly, burying my face against his chest. “I just needed to feel close to you,” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath. “I need you, Yarder. More than ever.”
“I need you too, Poppy,” Yarder replied, his voice carrying a weight of determination. “That’s why I need to do what I need to do tomorrow. If I don’t, I don’t know how this is going to end. I need to get the ball in our court.”
“And you still won’t tell me what that means?” I asked, frustration tinged my voice.
Yarder shook his head firmly. “No.”
“If you’re not going to tell me your plan, then how are you going to tell me where you are going tomorrow? Don’t forget, you promised to always tell me where you are going when you leave,” I reminded him.
“I’ll be in the Houston area. We’re leaving around eleven tomorrow and should be back around ten. That’s all I am going to tell you.”
“At night?” I gasped, my worry growing. “You’re going to be gone all that time?”
He nodded, his expression serious, and pressed a tender kiss to my head. “Yeah, and while I’m gone, you keep the camera crew busy. At least until six. That’s when they normally knock off for the day if there isn’t anything going on.”
“That’s asking a lot,” I muttered, feeling a twinge of resentment toward the intrusive cameras that had become a constant presence in our lives. “I hate the cameras almost as much as you do.”
He chuckled softly and lifted me into his arms, carrying me to the bed. With a gentle touch, he laid me down, extinguished the lights, and joined me, wrapping his arms around me protectively. “Trust me, you’ve got a better job tomorrow.”
I sighed, nestling close to him, finding solace in his warmth. “When you get home tomorrow, will you tell me?”
Yarder sighed, a hint of reluctance in his voice. “Fine, but only after I get home,” he relented.
I snuggled against him, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath my ear. “Perfect,” I murmured, feeling a sense of comfort wash over me.
As we lay in comfortable silence, Yarder broke the quiet with a question. “Did you girls figure out what you are doing tomorrow?”
“Sloane wants to go to the chocolate factory, Dove wanted to hit up The Hidden Market, and Olive thought we could go to the library,” I replied, recounting our earlier discussions.
Yarder raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Are you sure it’s not Sloane that wants to go to the library?”
I shook my head, smiling at the thought. “Nope, it’s actually Olive. Sloane got her into reading, too.”
Yarder nodded thoughtfully. “So what did you choose that you want to do?”
I hesitated, feeling a pang of uncertainty. “Uh, well, I wanted to go to Chili’s,” I admitted, feeling a bit self-conscious.
“The restaurant?” Yarder asked, his surprise evident.
