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“You’re going to come when I tell you to,” Jude growls, pinching my left nipple. I cry out but nod, my eyes still locked on his. Though he’s now busy watching his hips snap against me, grunting heavily while at it as I’m thinking he might be close too…
He looks up, smacking his palm off my ass in the motion.
“Ah!” I wail, and catch the grin on his face as he’smorethan amused.
“Come for me, Sara. Now.” His approval quickly setting my orgasm into motion, wracking my body as the sensation is numbing, even borderline painful. I moan in waves, my head rolling back, meeting Jude’s chest as he continues to fuck me steadily through my climax.
Everything feels tighter all of a sudden—a burning sensation now shifting my orgasm into another one.
Jude grunts as his hips begin to stutter. With a hard press, he comes, pouring into my body while his hands make use of squeezing my breasts, taking his time.
And I can’t look away…
We’re both breathing like maniacs; the small room filled with steam from our fucking and the shower still running, and to the point of me barely being able to see Jude through the fog.
Carefully, he pulls his length out, and right away I feel the dribble of hot liquid trailing down my thighs. I squirm, pressing my legs together, my body now starting to feel a lot like jelly.
“You wanted that to happen, right, angel?”
I turn, leaning bonelessly against the counter. “Why would you question it?”
He looks away, and I straighten up, realizing there’s something else going on here. “Jude,” I whisper, enough to rouse him.
He glances at me, a hint of worry on his face. “I suppose I’m just thinking this could be…what they call, Stockholm Syndrome?”
I break into smile, a light giggle rushing off my lips. “I’m sorry, you think…you think I’m falling for you because you kidnapped me?” My shock couldn’t be any more apparent, and he doesn’t look to be so thrilled right now.
He waits for me to keep on going, and I bite my lip, still using the counter for support.
“That’s definitely not it,” I add softly. “In the past, I’ve always been just a pawn to the guy I thought was meant to love me. But with you, Jude…everything is different. And I think you know that as much as I do. You want to protect me and I can see that now…which is why I’m not looking to go anywhere—not anywhere without you.”
My confession is doing a great job of making me nervous as Jude keeps silent. His eyes are searching mine, as if digging for a hint of dishonesty. But in a matter of time, I can see the trust in his deep gaze come alive.
“Ready to run away with me, angel? Again?” he cocks a brow, a small grin spreading his lips. And I know by the way my heart swells on the spot, I’d do anything for this man.Anything at all.
EPILOGUE
JUDE
ONE YEAR LATER…
Mrs. Baranov sits across from me at a table laden with brunch. It’s overkill, but then again, this resort goes all out for their guests—especially for those on their honeymoon.
Sara’s long hair, now cut to be a sharp blonde bob, swings around her jawline as she turns toward me. We’re not just celebrating our marriage today, but her twenty-first birthday.
“I can finally drink legally,” she says with a bright smile, even though in Canada she’s been able to drink legally since the day we crossed the border. I grin and shake my head, leaning back in my chair.
Sara forks a piece of cantaloupe, delicately placing it in her mouth. I watch as it sits on her tongue, imagining her mouth open to receive something else…
But my body is already bone tired after last night. The room we’re in is more luxurious than we typically go for…
We’ve traveled clear across the country from Vancouver, finding ourselves now on Prince Edward Island. It’s been a trip full of seafood, cliff walks and relaxation—but those last two delights have been made a little difficult with our son in the picture.
“How’s Max?” I ask, and Sara looks into our stroller next to the table, shielded from the sun by an overhang. The smile that graces her lips is one that jolts my heart every damn time. I love this woman more than all else, but I love our son in an entirely different way—with all of myself. Although Max is only two months old, I can tell he has my nose just like he has his mother’s eyes. Perfect little creature he is.
“Sleeping,” Sara answers, her blue eyes sparkling at me.
And quietly, we start to discuss our remaining days on the island. The spa visit we have planned for tomorrow, followed by spending the day on a remote beach; all of it leading to a tasteful dinner before we travel back home.
