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Back The Companion Project
Chapters (89)
  1. Dedication
  2. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  3. ONE
  4. HENRY
  5. TWO
  6. EMMA
  7. THREE
  8. HENRY
  9. FOUR
  10. EMMA
  11. FIVE
  12. EMMA
  13. SIX
  14. SEVEN
  15. HENRY
  16. EIGHT
  17. NINE
  18. TEN
  19. HENRY
  20. ELEVEN
  21. TWELVE
  22. EMMA
  23. THIRTEEN
  24. HENRY
  25. FOURTEEN
  26. HENRY
  27. FIFTEEN
  28. SIXTEEN
  29. EMMA
  30. SEVENTEEN
  31. HENRY
  32. EIGHTEEN
  33. HENRY
  34. NINETEEN
  35. HENRY
  36. TWENTY
  37. TWENTY-ONE
  38. EMMA
  39. TWENTY-TWO
  40. EMMA
  41. TWENTY-THREE
  42. HENRY
  43. TWENTY-FOUR
  44. EMMA
  45. TWENTY-FIVE
  46. EMMA
  47. TWENTY-SIX
  48. EMMA
  49. TWENTY-SEVEN
  50. HENRY
  51. TWENTY-EIGHT
  52. EMMA
  53. TWENTY-NINE
  54. HENRY
  55. THIRTY
  56. HENRY
  57. THIRTY-ONE
  58. HENRY
  59. THIRTY-TWO
  60. EMMA
  61. THIRTY-THREE
  62. HENRY
  63. THIRTY-FOUR
  64. EMMA
  65. THIRTY-FIVE
  66. EMMA
  67. THIRTY-SIX
  68. HENRY
  69. THIRTY-SEVEN
  70. EMMA
  71. THIRTY-EIGHT
  72. HENRY
  73. THIRTY-NINE
  74. HENRY
  75. FORTY
  76. EMMA
  77. FORTY-ONE
  78. HENRY
  79. FORTY-TWO
  80. FORTY-THREE
  81. EMMA
  82. FORTY-FOUR
  83. EMMA
  84. FORTY-FIVE
  85. HENRY
  86. EPILOGUE
  87. ALSO BY CHELSEA CURTO
  88. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  89. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

It’s the only way to describe this sensation. The overwhelming cacophony of desire and lust mixing with something so tender and precious. It’s rough, yes. Deliciously so. It’s also sweet and caring, evident in the way he rubs over the spots he recently hit, gentle swipes of his palm to calm me down. Whispered soothing words in my ear as he rears back and rails into me again.

Rough. Sweet. Rough. Sweet. Back and forth until I hear his breathing change.

“Emma,” he groans, hands dropping to my hips and squeezing tightly. My name is a prayer. A please. An ask. An offering.

I cry out, the last and final orgasm sneaking up stealthily, tackling me quickly. I almost topple to the bed before Henry keeps me vertical. Three more slides in then out and he stills, letting out another moan and silencing.

The only sound left in the room is our panting. He gently spins me around so I’m on my back, looking up at him.

“You’re crying.” He wipes a tear from my eye. “Why am I always making you cry?”

“You aren’t. Your dick is.”

He laughs. “Such crass words out of your mouth, Ms. Burns. I’m appalled.”

“Then you’d be appalled to know you didn’t push my limits. Next time, give me your worst.”

His forehead drops to mine. There’s moisture accumulating near his hairline and it clings to my skin. “Be careful what you wish for, Sunflower. Keep saying things like that, and you won’t be able to get rid of me.”

“Maybe I don’t want you to go anywhere.”

“Ready for a shower and bed?”

“Only if you join me.”

“It’s safe to assume that from here on out, I always want to shower with you. Come on, I’ll fly us there with my imaginary wings.”

* * *

“Can I ask a question you don’t need to answer but I hope you do because I’m a nosy asshole?”

We’re cleaned up and back in bed, both forgoing clothes after our shower. It’s hard to distinguish where Henry stops and I begin; we fit so well together, like the last missing piece of a puzzle has been found. His words are warm against the back of my neck and I shiver, shoulder blades pressing into his firm chest muscles.

“Of course.”

“Why did you start RB’s Companions?”

I twist in the sheets so I can face him. “That’s what you want to ask right now? Not my deepest, darkest fantasy?”