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Doyle scooped her into his arms. Caught up in a frenzy of kisses, he walked them to the bedroom and kicked open the door. He dropped his pants and Sadie gasped then smiled in a way that nearly set him off standing there. But she wasn’t done, and neither was he. He silently thanked the future for providing the birth control pills he’d maintained taking even through his dry spell.

Sadie beat him to the shirt, slipping it off her shoulders and down to the floor, exposing her perfect breasts, hard nubs of nipples standing at attention and begging to be tended to. She slid off the skirt as he reached her, gathering her into his arms once again.

Barely registering the four-poster bed, Doyle set her carefully on the woven blanket on top and slid beside her. He ran his hand up the curve of her thigh to her waist to her breast. Flicking his thumb over that hard nipple sent a nearly unstoppable wave of desire through him, so he took it in his mouth and sucked at it, using his tongue to coax more groans of need from her lips.

She moaned his name as his hand traveled back down her side to the crease where her legs met. Moisture coated his fingers as he rubbed them tentatively against the sensitive flesh.

“May I—”

“If you don’t shove something inside me right now, I’m gonna shoot you.” She growled the words at him, and he slid first one, then two fingers inside her, causing her head to dip backward on the pillow and Wally to damn near explode from the sensation of her warm, slick sex.

Cool it, Doyle, he commanded. This was all for Sadie.

His breath slowed as he concentrated on circling his thumb over the nub of flesh he knew would give her the most pleasure, simultaneously quickening his pace, delving deeper inside of her.

One of her hands slid up her stomach to her own breast, and Doyle’s cock suddenly burned for attention, but he wasn’t done yet because she wasn’t. So he leaned down and added his tongue to the task, tasting the sweetness of her and practically drowning in her lavender scent.

When her body tensed then trembled with release, he continued on until she came apart again, her muscles finally relaxing and melting against the bed.

“Mmm, Wally,” she groaned and licked her swollen lips.

His cock throbbed, but he’d done what he set out to do, and now it was time for both of them to find their pleasure together. He climbed up over her, claiming those tempting lips with his own and sliding his length against its desired destination in a silent request for entry.

Her answer was to wrap her legs around his waist, opening herself to him.

Hesitating further wasn’t an option as Doyle was out of his mind with desire.

He entered her with the need of a starving man. The ecstasy that swept him was beyond his expectation. They fit together like perfection, and he proved it over and over again as he drove inside, deeper and harder with each thrust.

Doyle barely registered her nails digging into the muscles of his arms and shoulders or her cries for more. The fire of euphoric release burned just out of reach, and he chased it with ferocious desire, letting go of everything else—his job, his timeline, and even his sanity. There was only he and Sadie and this incredible sensation of bliss. They came together like gunpowder and flame, and the explosion they made when they reached their boiling point rivaled any he’d ever experienced.

He collapsed beside her on the bed, both of them panting and covered in a sheen of sweat that had nothing to do with desert heat.

Burying his face in her neck, he teased her soft skin with his tongue. He would never tire of the taste of her, salty and sweet, yet he realized as his senses returned that he’d never have this moment again, and that crushed his spirit.

“Wow, Wally,” Sadie said after a few quiet moments. “You sure go all out when you play fiancé.”