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And again.
And again.
“Fucking hell, Rae. Shit, I’ve missed this.”
“Clint. Clint. Don’t stop. Please, holy hell, don’t stop.”
“Never. I’ll never stop. Rae. I’m close. Rae!”
“Clint! Fuck!”
His hands slid down my spine. I felt him shaking against my ass cheeks. His length grew within me, pulsing and throbbing and aching for release. I gripped my bed sheets as he pinned my cheek to the mattress, wrapping his hand within my tendrils. And as I lost myself in his frantic movements, my body popped. My pelvis erupted. Electricity blinded my vision as my jaw unhinged in silent pleasure. Freezing my movements as my body clamped down around his.
“That’s it, Rae. Holy fuck.”
His growls raised goosebumps all over my body. The things he made me feel were outstanding. He collapsed against my body, shaking as he filled me to the brim. My pulsing pushed him out. His lips pressed sloppy kisses against the marks he left on my shoulder. I released the bed sheets from my grip, sliding my hand through his hair as he pressed his face into the crook of my neck.
I love you.
I love you, Clint.
Just say it, Rae. Say the words.
He panted for air. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
I love you. “So are you, Clint.”
“I just want to be like this forever.”
I love you. “I don’t blame you one bit.”
“You mean that?”
I fucking love the hell out of you. “Every word of it.”
And just as he pressed his lips to the shell of my ear, my phone rang from my jeans piled on the floor, causing me to groan as the all-too-familiar ringtone burst the moment the two of us had created.
“Fuck.”
Clint paused. “Who’s calling, beautiful?”
“Work.”
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Clinton
I kissed her lips. “I promise you, I’ll make it home okay.”
Rae sighed. “Are you sure? Because I’m sure if I called Michael—”
“Leave Mike to his own devices. If I know boys like I know them, he’s probably with Aly enjoying his time. Plus, my house isn’t far from here.”
“I could call them back and tell them—”
My face fell. “You’ll do no such thing. They need you at work and I know you need the hours. Get ready. I’ll walk home, okay?”
“I really don’t feel good about this, Clint. You aren’t fully recuperated. You’ve just been cleared to heal outside of the therapist’s office. It might be too long—”
