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Chapters (40)
  1. Cover
  2. Back Cover Text
  3. Praise
  4. Booklist
  5. Dedication
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Chapter Fourteen
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. Chapter Eighteen
  24. Chapter Nineteen
  25. Chapter Twenty
  26. Chapter Twenty-One
  27. Chapter Twenty-Two
  28. Chapter Twenty-Three
  29. Chapter Twenty-Four
  30. Chapter Twenty-Five
  31. Chapter Twenty-Six
  32. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  33. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  34. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  35. Chapter Thirty
  36. Chapter Thirty-One
  37. Chapter Thirty-Two
  38. Chapter Thirty-Three
  39. Epilogue
  40. Dear Reader

She unbuttoned his shirt and flattened her hands on his chest before sliding them down to unbutton his jeans.

Her touch resulted in a predictable and welcome reaction, and he made a conscious effort to stay focused on the here and now, to give her a fraction of what she’d given him by not letting his demons derail him again. She unzipped him carefully, working around the bulge that got bigger by the second.

And when she dropped to her knees to work his pants and boxers down over his hips, the weeks without her, without this, nearly resulted in a premature finish. Thankfully, he was able to control himself long enough to experience the sublime pleasure of her tongue on his cock, the heat of her mouth and the tight grip of her hand. She effectively cleared his mind of every thought that wasn’t about her and the way she made him feel when she touched him this way.

“God, Chris...” His head fell back and his knees buckled. “Baby, wait. Let’s do this together.” He reached for her, helped her up and brought his lips down on hers. He’d missed this so much. He’d missed her. He’d had no idea how much until right now. They came down on the bed in a tangle of limbs, desire pounding through him like an extra heartbeat.

“Tommy, I want you. Now.” She helped him get rid of her yoga pants, and he yanked on the tiny panties that barely covered her. The fragile fabric ripped in his hand, baring her to him.

She took him in hand and guided him to where she wanted him most, to where he wanted to be more than he’d wanted anything in weeks. The sweet relief flooded his system, the powerful punch of emotion nearly reducing him to tears. He’d come so close to losing her too.

Gonzo gathered her in close to him, holding her tight while he throbbed inside her.

She ran her feet up the back of his thighs and wrapped her legs around his hips.

“Love you, baby. I love you.”

“I love you too, Tommy. More than anything.”

“It’s going to be better. I promise.”

She buried her fingers in his hair and kissed him again, her mouth opening to the deep thrusts of his tongue. They moved together in a familiar rhythm, seeking reunion as much as release. He broke the kiss to take her nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting down just hard enough to get her attention. Her internal muscles contracted tightly around his cock and she cried out when she came, fisting his hair and digging her nails into his ass, which triggered his release.