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I slide my tongue between her folds, over her clit, down to her asshole, and then back to her pussy to suck up all the cream she’s giving me.

Then—

Her clit. I tug on it harder than usual.

“No, no, I can’t— Brock! God, Brock!”

Bingo.

Number fucking six.

I remove my fingers, let her body do its work as she flows in and out of the haze of orgasm.

I kiss her pussy, and then I move forward and plunge into her.

Even with the damned condom, being inside Rory is like being in heaven.

That one time… That one…

God, I want that.

But now, I’ll settle for what I do have. Me. Rory. The two of us together, our bodies joined. In London.

She moans beneath me, and I fuck her hard. I fuck her fast. I plow into her, tunneling through her with all the force inside me.

She moans beneath me, screams my name, and it never sounded so sweet as it sounds from her lips.

Brock! Brock! Brock!

God, I love her.

“I love you, Rory. I love you.”

I jam into her, releasing.

And everything around me falls into place. For this blessed, timeless moment, my family’s problems, Rory’s issues, everything…

It all stops existing.

An invisible bubble encases us, protects us, keeps us safe from life’s problems. From anyone who seeks to harm us.

And I embrace it.

I embrace this moment with my love.

Reality has a way of poking its head in when it’s not wanted. This time, it’s in the form of my phone.

I hear the damned ring from the pocket of my jeans on the floor of our hotel room.

I don’t want to answer it. I want to stay deep inside her, stay in this dreamlike state forever.

But…reality.

I withdraw, try to ignore her whimper, move off the bed, and pull my phone out of the pocket of my jeans.

“Yeah,” I say without bothering to see who’s calling.

“Mr. Steel?”

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