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“Can I…? Am I allowed to move?” he rasped.

“We’ll move together,” she agreed breathlessly.

They began a dance that felt familiar, yet new at the same time.

True to Statler’s word, however, he let her set the pace, let her enjoy him the way she wanted, and even when she reached back to cradle his balls, he only groaned, keeping his hands to himself.

After a while, however, Eliza was over that.

She was ready for the orgasm of her life. She simply needed just a little additional stimulation to get herself over the edge.

“Touch my nipples,” she whispered.

“With pleasure,” he growled.

His hands came up to cup her breasts, his fingers scissoring around her taut nubs.

At the same time, Eliza lowered her own free hand to her clit.

It took only two taps before she flew over the edge, crying out her pleasure as her muscles contracted around the hard presence imbedded deeply within her.

Statler chuffed, his breathing coming faster and faster. Then, before Eliza’s pulsations ceased, she felt him joining her to reach the pinnacle of their combined pleasure.

Holy shit.

So good.

She collapsed onto his chest.

“Damn. That was…amazing,” she managed.

Statler’s arms came around her.

“Better than amazing,” he murmured into her hair as she sighed, more contented than she’d been in…forever.

She cuddled closer.

Maybe now wasn’t the time. But she had to ask.

“When can we do it again?”

EPILOGUE

The passing weeks had been extremely busy, but also the happiest of Statler’s life.

He’d brought Eliza home two days after having sex on the mountain, which had turned into a bit of a full-day marathon.

He chuckled, remembering.

Eliza had turned out to be nearly insatiable, and a tiger in bed, or on a rock, or up against a mural…

He hadn’t thought things could get any better than that, but she’d proven him wrong. Every day he woke up beside her and felt nothing but complete joy over how their relationship was growing and flourishing.

He’d introduced her to Petula, and Eliza and his sister had found an instant affinity, shopping, redecorating his bachelor pad—which had needed attention, badly—and just hanging out when he was away on the few short assignments with which he’d been tasked.

Eliza had also fit right in with the Diver Downeast team, just as she had with his crew and the SWAT team. It didn’t take long for the DD folks to offer her the building next door that they owned, for her art endeavors.

She’d taken immediate advantage.