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She’s probably still riding the climactic wave, but every cell in my body responds to her invitation.

One, two, three thrusts.

“Arianne, baby! Oh, fuck.”

No amount of mental coaxing can muffle my shouts as I repeat her name over and over again. I shoot my load deep inside her, wishing there was no barrier between us.

Jesus Christ.

Satiated beyond belief, I bury my face in her neck with a low groan.

We both struggle to get our breathing under control.

It takes a long while.

I straighten up, remove the condom, and toss it to the floor. I lift her in my arms. On shaky legs, I carry her to my room. I drop her to her feet and pull back the cover and sheets.

“Get on the bed.”

She does.

I climb next to her and start trailing kisses down her stomach.

“Beckett?”

“Shhh, I’m not done yet,” I say. “Remember, I told you earlier I want my face to smell like your pussy.”

She lets out a satisfied moan.

“You’re making it hard for me to ever forget this trip—or you—Beckett Christensen.” Her voice is low and groggy.

I’m sure her mind is still hazy and I doubt she’s conscious of what she just said. Well, that’s what I tell myself. Admitting her words do something to me would make this hookup a lot more complicated than it is. Why rock the boat?

Chapter 37

Arianne

Phoebe lifts her glass. “Here’s to the girl of the hour!”

“You’re way too excited,” I tell her.

“Stop being so rational,” she says. “Lift your glass, woman, and clink it with mine!”

I oblige.

“Cheers!”

“Cheers!”

We both take a long sip of our martini.

Beckett and me arrived late last night. I’m totally jetlagged, but no way was I going to miss an evening out with my best friend.

What a trip.

On Friday and Saturday, Sennheiser shared a few well-guarded secrets behind the jaw-dropping success of their six-figure headphones. I took copious notes, as my mind was spinning with ideas on how I could borrow some of their innovative strategies and apply them to SCORE.

On Saturday night there was another gala with the same army of reporters and photographers. Contrary to the opening gala, the last night in Germany was a lot less buttoned up.

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