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okay?”

“Yes, everything looks good.”

I lean into his chest, both of us quiet. After a few minutes, he reluctantly lets me go and we walk, hand in hand, back to the nurse’s station.

“Wake me up when you get in.” He kisses my forehead sweetly.

“I’ll go home tonight. You have to work tomorrow.”

He pauses, lifting my chin so I’m forced to look at him. Fiery determination flares in his eyes. “My bed. After today, we both need it.”

I nod in agreement, and he makes me promise twice before he finally leaves. As soon as the elevator doors shut, the weight of the day washes over me, and I’m exhausted. I go back to my folders, glad for the monotony of the project.

Out of nowhere, a crazy idea pops into my head. I try to shake it off, but it keeps coming back.

I can’t go through with it, can I? Is it selfish… or selfless?

Can I do this to him?

The answer is yes. He’s too worried about me. He’s not focused on what’s most important because he’s too scared I’m going to break, and that’s my fault.

I practically run down the hall, talking to myself the whole time, hoping it’s not too late. Evie’s in her office reviewing patient charts.

“Bizzy, you okay?” She gives me a sympathetic look.

“I want in. I want to go to Charlotte. Please, tell me it’s not too late,” I blurt out.

She studies me for a minute, my words hanging in the air. Then her face breaks into a wide smile. “It’s not too late.”

There’s a small tinge of guilt, but Shaw will understand…

He has to.

Because I’m doing this for him.

Chapter 22

Shaw

I should let her sleep. I stare at her from across the room and adjust the towel around my waist. My dick is already hard, scraping uncomfortably against the terrycloth.

Fuck it. I want her, NOW.

I drop the towel and move quickly, sliding into bed next to her. She barely stirs, giving a breathy whimper when my arms circle her waist. It’s only been five hours since I was inside her, listening to her come apart over and over, but my cock turns to stone, begging to get back.

My lips run across her shoulder and up her neck, nibbling on the soft skin and breathing in her signature scent. Everything smells like coconut and lime, and I press against her naked body, hoping my own body wash mixes with hers and I will smell like us today.

I need this. I need her.

More than I need air, I need her.

She’s hiding something from me, something big. It’s in her eyes, in the tone of her voice. She thinks I can’t tell, but she’s fucking crazy. I know when something’s on her mind, and for the last week, she’s hidden it from me. I haven’t pushed because getting her through the funeral was my first priority. But now, it’s over, and it’s time for her to unload. No more of this secrecy.

One of my hands moves to cup her breast, and she moans, her own hand finding mine. I graze the tip of a finger over her nipple, feeling it harden under my touch. Her heartbeat quickens, beating against our palms, and I know she’s awake. My mouth moves to her ear, nipping a path along her jawline and rubbing my stubble against her cheek. Her breath catches as she awakens fully and twists into me.

“Morning.” Her morning rasp does something to me, increasing my desire.

“Beautiful,” is my only response.

“What time is it?”

“Who cares?” I skim my other hand slowly down her side, over her hip, and straight between her legs. She spreads for me, hitching her ankle around my calf, and giving me full access. I start slow, gently gliding my fingers along her clit, then her folds, testing her. The instant my fingertips hit her entrance, they’re slick.

“Baby, you’re ready for me.”

“Always.” Her words are like music to my ears, and I slide two fingers inside, feeling her muscles tighten.

She lets out a little purr, bucking into my hand. There’s a hint of her own need in that sound, and it spurs my dick to twitch into her lower back. She slinks an arm around, sliding it between our bodies, and wraps her hand around me, using her thumb to circle my head.

It never fails. With the slightest touch, I’m transformed back to a horny teenage boy, wanting to blow my load. I’ve never had a stamina problem in my life, but Bizzy owns me—heart, body, and apparently dick.

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