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“Fuck!” he snarls. “Fuck I’m going to cum. You’re going to take it like a good girl and cum for me too.”

“Yes.” I nod.

“Good girl.” He rocks me faster, my clit grinding against him over and over.

I feel myself rushing towards the edge.

My nails dig into his shoulders, lips parting to cry out, but he kisses me. I come apart in his arms, sobbing into the kiss as his lips work feverishly against mine.

It’s like I soar to heaven and float back down again, stars bursting behind my eyes as a powerful orgasm hits me hard. I shake in his arms, pussy clamping around his cock.

He curses, thrusting up into me a few times before following me over the edge.

“Fucking hell, Pretty Girl,” he groans, cock pulsing inside me, filling me up with his hot cum.

I collapse in his arms, and he wraps them around me, holding me close.

The only sound in the limo is our heavy breathing as we come down from our high together.

“Now it’s my turn for you to walk around with my cum dripping down your thighs,” he chuckles when we can finally breathe normally again.

I laugh. “You're so bad.”

“The baddest.” He grins against the side of my head before giving it a kiss. “I love you, Sadie.”

I smile, my cheeks heating. “I love you too.”

“Me and you forever?” he asks, a bit of vulnerability in his voice.

“Yeah,” I whisper, praying like crazy it becomes reality. “Forever.”

Chapter 27

Sadie

“Have you seen Preston?” I ask Declan as he sits down next to me at the lunch table.

“No,” he responds. “Not today.”

“Haven’t seen much of him since the wedding,” I sigh, leaning my head against his shoulder. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me into his lap.

I smile up at him, loving this public display of affection. I don’t care if people watch and whisper.

“There's a lot going on with him. Between his dad, Tina, and studying for exams, he’s very busy.”

The mention of Tina makes my stomach turn, and I look for her without meaning to.

“I’m worried about him.”

“Me too,” he sighs. “He’s not the same. He seems more stressed. He looks like he’s hardly getting any sleep. Any time I ask him about it, he tells me he’s fine. He’s not fine.”

“Should we talk to him together?” He opened up on Thanksgiving, but since then, he’s closed himself off again. I think it’s the stress of everything that's going on. I wish he would just come to us. He should know by now that we want to be there for him. We love him, and if this is going to work out between the three of us, he’s going to have to know it’s okay to ask for help.

But he’s Preston. And the more we push, the more he’s going to close off. Thanksgiving was a rare moment of vulnerability with him.

We didn’t hear from him for a few days after that. But then he showed up at the club, walking in while I was riding Declan.

At first, I was shocked, but then I noticed the look of hunger in his eyes. I knew something big was about to happen.