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  47. Epilogue
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  50. Letter to the Reader
  51. Bonus Epilogue
  52. Also by Sara Cate
  53. About the Author
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I strip off my jacket just as she lifts onto her toes to kiss me. Her lips are soft, her kiss slow and hungry. My fingers trace the bottom of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head. A small squeak escapes her throat as she kisses me again.

Her hands are trying to undress me, but I hold her wrists in my hands. She gives me a devilish grin that I can't even think about right now.

“Bath. Bed,” I say, though she’s breaking my resolve.

“Join me,” she pleads in return. I kiss her neck. I wouldn’t trust myself to be naked in that bath with her, and I’d hate to make a big watery mess in the condo since it was so generously lent to us.

When she finally climbs in, deliciously naked, I hang my jacket from the door hook and sit on the side of the tub to take in her beautiful body submerged in the water. She keeps trying to lure me in like the little siren she is, but I manage to get her cleaned up.

My jeans are threatening to bust from the hard-on as I lather her body, not missing even one curve. She lets out a moan when my soapy hands glide over the wet mounds of her breasts, and tries to guide my hand down to the warm core between her legs. Her head falls back with a sigh when I follow her lead, but then she gasps when I take my hand out of the water. Kissing her head, I reach for the towel.

“Baby, I’ll do you one better.”

Wrapping the towel around her wet body, I lift her hips around my waist as I carry her to the bed. Her lips are hot against mine, urging me on. She takes my bottom lip between her teeth, and I give her bare ass a quick smack. She whimpers, and I swear I’m not going to make it long.

When I drop her on the bed, I pull off my jeans and shirt, and she just watches like I’m putting on a show for her. Which is fine by me. My only goal is to give this girl as much pleasure as I can. I want her to stay in Wickett forever. I want to make her toes curl so much that she can’t bear to even leave this bed. And soon enough, my bed.

I climb up onto the bed and hook my arms around her legs, lifting her pretty pink sex to my lips. She gasps when I lick the long folds from back to front, settling myself in on her clit.

As I tease her straight into a scream-worthy orgasm, I can’t help but feel too damn lucky to have found this girl. On the outside, she seems so different, but it’s the inside that matches mine. Her heart is my heart’s equal.

Leaving her to recover from her first orgasm of the night, I rifle through my jeans for the condom in my pocket. Once I have it wrapped and ready, I climb up to lay my body on hers.