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Jenny shouted out his name. “Brax, help me.”

“I’ve got you.”

“So close.”

And she was. He worked his hand between their bodies and brushed his thumb over her clit. She cried out. It wasn’t good enough. He needed relief, and so did she. Yeah, there was still a tiny bit of his brain able to concentrate on Jenny and her needs, but her beauty, want, and greed were like nothing he had ever experienced before. He knew that when he let go, he would never be the same.

“Brax,” she whimpered.

“I’ve got you,” he said again.

He pinched the slippery knot of nerves, and her arms, legs, and sheath clenched around him. He was lost. He drove deep and let out a shout that became her name. Over and over again his release pulsed, making him dizzy, scrambling his brain. It was only by sheer force of will that he stopped himself from falling on top of her. Instead, he rolled them so that he wouldn’t injure her ribs, as his empty head hit the pillows.

He didn’t know how long he stayed like that. His world distilled down to one thing. Jenny.

When the fog began to lift, he knew he needed a plan, because there was no way he was going to go through the rest of his life without her by his side.

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Jenny moved Brax’s arm, attempting to sneak out of bed.

“Where’ya going?”

“Just need to go to the bathroom,” she lied.

“’Kay.”

He rolled over and went back to sleep. She wasn’t surprised. It wasn’t so much the fact that they had made love three times the night before, but she knew how on edge he had been since the attempt on her life. He’d hardly been getting any sleep. It amazed her that he’d been asleep last night when she’d gotten up with Faith.

So far Brax had done all of the cooking, but this morning she wanted to surprise him. It wasn’t that she couldn’t cook, it was just that her job kept her so busy that cooking a meal for herself was usually the last thing on her mind.

She headed to her bedroom and put on leggings and a long tee, then went to the bathroom across the hall and washed up, did her business, and brushed her teeth. Back to her bedroom, she took her phone off the nightstand. It still had a pretty good charge, which she’d need to find the perfect recipes for special breakfast dishes. After all, she’d have to work with what Brax had on hand. She absently patted Faith’s head as she headed to the kitchen.

“You were a good girl last night, weren’t you?”

She found Faith’s food and filled up her bowl, added water to her water bowl, then checked out Brax’s fridge and pantry. She started scrolling through fancy French toast recipes until she found one that would work with what she had on hand.

“Perfect,” she mumbled.

Even after using the four eggs necessary for the casserole, there would be plenty left over for the egg dish she intended to bake. Jenny grinned. After all of Brax’s hard work last night, the least she could do was reward the man.

Whoops!

She leaned against the counter. How in the hell could she get all tingly and achy just by thinking of what they had done? Her stomach clenched again.

Whew-wee. That man was powerful, even when he wasn’t near.

She giggled, then stood back up straight. Time to get cooking.

Brax rolled over and reached out for Jenny, only to find her side of the bed cool. What the hell? She said she would be right back, hadn’t she? Brax shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs.

Damn, last night had been something else. The phone on his nightstand vibrated again. That must have been what woke him. He snatched it up and looked at the display. It was Gideon.

“Good morning,” he said, then promptly yawned.

“You sound tired. I would have thought that by taking time off, you would be more rested.”

“I’ve been fixing things up around the house. It’s been hard work.”