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I contort, taking in the burn while his thick, full erection is stirring my core. With a few shakes of his hips, he releases, and right then he flicks my clit one last time.
A flood of orgasm unleashes in fury. Pain and pleasure mingle—no limit, no dividing line. I have found the one—Robson Hartley, the man that I trust with all my heart.
As we scream into each other’s mouths, my body succumbs. There’s no turning back. This is the moment when we both break—beautifully, purposefully.
The search is over. With Rob, there’s no me or him. We’re one as the pieces of our hearts amalgamate together.
While I savor my slow journey back to earth, Rob stays inside me, surveying my expression.
“You have one hell of a sexy voice,” he whispers in amusement.
With that, he frees me from my bonds, and then carries me in his arms. Soon I’m back to where we started—the couch. He lets me have the length of it while he sits on the floor, right next to my shoulder.
Complementing my afterglow, he lands tender kisses on my forehead and cheeks. I’ll fall into a deep sleep if he doesn’t stop.
And wake me up he does. He places his hand under my palm, and then he wraps his other hand around mine, rubbing my knuckles.
Still roaming in the twilight zone, the sensation sends me rolling off the couch. I would’ve ended up on the floor if Rob hadn’t caught me.
“Hey… you okay?” he says.
I sit up, huffing, looking at my own hand, trying to assess what I’m feeling. It was exactly the same on the chopper on the way to the UCLA Children’s Hospital.
It was exactly the same aboard that stranger’s boat on Lake Geneva.
Memories come rushing back to me.
I’m certain, like the sun rising in the east.
Nameswerementioned on that boat that night.
Lina.Matty said that Rob’s girlfriend’s name was Lina. And Karolina Belaya is Russian.
The woman who screamed after seeing the state of mewasLina, speaking with a Russian accent. She thought I was dead, and she called the name of the man who was holding me. It was a simple name…
Rob.
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“Really, Amber-Rose, what’s wrong with my hands?” I kneel in front of her.
“Nothing,” she says.
I rub her wrists, trying to sooth the tie marks around them. “Did you have a nightmare again?” If my girl has nightmares right after sex, I’m in trouble.
Amber-Rose flings her arms around my neck. “No. I was just being oversensitive. It felt abrupt, so I sat up. That was all.”
I hear a knock on the door. “Rob, you there?” It’s Clay.
“What is it, Clay?”
“Neo can’t make lunch tomorrow, but he’ll meet us here soon. He’s on his way.”
God dammit!
“Who’s coming?” she asks.
