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Tonight, she made one big one.

Because I will never let her go now.

She's mine now.

Mine forever.

My career is in her hands. She'll write the report that decides if I stay or go. She'll recommend to Colin whether I'm worth keeping.

And after tonight, I should probably be fucking terrified about how complicated that makes everything.

Weirdly, I'm not.

Because whatever Darcy writes, I know she'll tell the truth. She proved that tonight when she wrote down exactly how badly I fucked up, even when I know she didn't want to.

Turns out, I trust her with my career almost as much as I trust her with me.

Which is probably a fucking terrible idea.

But tonight?

Tonight, it was her in my hands.

And I'm never going to forget the way that felt.

Chapter 14

Darcy

Islide into the Bear Cave's parking lot like my career depends on it.

Which, let’s be clear, it absolutely does.

My black convertible screeches to a halt in a spot that's definitely not designated for me, but today, the rules do not apply.

Not when I’m running thirty-four minutes late for a meeting Colin insisted was "non-negotiable" and "Absolutely. Must. Start. On. Time."

Which, honestly, rude of him.

I stagger out of the car, and—oh.

"Shit," I mumble, holding my lower abdomen while trying to straighten up.

My legs tremble in protest, and there it is again. That fresh wave of sensation that's been shooting straight through me all morning.

It reminds me why I’m this late in the first place.

"Beck. Freaking. Morrison," I mutter under my breath, clutching the doorframe of the car for support. "What the hell did you do to me last night?"

The answer, unfortunately, is everything.

My thighs ache. My stomach aches. There are muscles in my ass I apparently haven't utilized properly in thirty years of existence. Even walking feels ambitious this morning when my vagina is approximately three steps away from falling onto the concrete.

And yet, despite the fact I'm fairly certain I'll never sit comfortably again, I wouldn't take back one single minute of it.

Because last night?

Oh my God.