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so good, I could come again.”

Just hearing her say that made his cock ache. “Come, baby. Come all over my cock.”

He began moving at a quicker pace. She was so tight, so wet, and she took him so deep, it wasn’t long before heat skated down his spine. He put one hand around her middle, using his fingers to send her skyrocketing at the same time as lights exploded behind his closed lids and he lost all control. Their pleasure-filled sounds hung in the air as their bodies slapped together, and his name sailed from her lips. “Justin—yes! Oh…Justin—” She clung to the desk, driving her hips back, meeting his every thrust as he pounded into her through the very last pulse of his powerful release.

He collapsed over her back, one arm around her waist, the other holding him up. “God, baby, you fucking own me.” He held her there, both of them trembling as he kissed her neck and whispered, “I love you.” He lifted his chest off her back, rubbing his hands along her body, massaging her arms, shoulders, hips, and thighs. Then he pressed a kiss to her lower back and said, “I need to see your face, sweetheart.”

He helped her up and gathered her in his arms. “I kind of lost my mind at the end. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, and I know you never will.”

She wound her arms around his neck, and he felt himself getting lost in the love brimming in her eyes. He brushed his lips over hers and said, “What do think, heartbreaker?”

“Best Fourth ever.” She pressed her lips to his and said, “How will we ever top that next year, Mr. Wicked?”

“I don’t know, Ms. Mallery, but we’ll sure as hell have fun trying.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

THE NEXT FEW days passed in a blur of busy days, steamy nights, and I love yous. Justin had made plans for Chloe’s birthday dinner, and though he wouldn’t tell her where they were going, he’d said to plan for something fancy. She’d gone out for dinner and dress shopping with Madigan and Marly last night while Justin was at church, and she’d ended up buying two dresses. One for their dinner date and one for work. She’d also bought new sexy black lingerie made by Leather and Lace, which Marly had informed her was co-designed by Jace Stone and renowned fashion designer Jillian Braden.

Chloe stood by her office window thinking about the weekend. She’d been swamped with guilt and sadness when she’d ended the phone call with her mother, but after the hike with Justin, she knew she’d done the right thing, and in the days since, a great weight had lifted from her shoulders. She could finally move forward without fear of being yanked back to the craziness of her mother’s unstable life.

A text rolled in from Serena as she sat down at her desk. Can we do your birthday lunch at 12:30 instead of 12? Emery’s morning sickness has gotten worse. She should be ok by then.

Chloe’s thoughts drifted back to Great Island. Ever since she told Justin how she felt about having children, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. The advice she’d given Serena about taking her mother out of the equation when making life decisions had never been more valuable than when it came to her own future, and she finally felt free to heed it. Without her mother in the picture, she felt like the luckiest girl in the world. Her programs were running smoothly, and today Alan was going to give her his decision about funding the puppetry trial.

Another text bubble popped up from Serena, jarring Chloe from her thoughts. Since you’re not seeing Justin until dinner on your birthday, can we steal you for the whole afternoon? Girls’ day on the beach? A girls’ day on the beach sounded wonderful.

“Chloe?” Shelby called over the intercom.

Chloe sent a quick reply to Serena agreeing to the time and said, “Yes?”

“Reba Wicked is on line two for you.”

Reba had called Tuesday morning with follow-up questions about the facilities. It had sounded as if they were leaning toward moving Mike into the property. Chloe had made a point not to talk with Justin about his family’s decision. She didn’t want to put any pressure on them.

“Thanks, Shelby.” She picked up the phone. “Hi, Reba. How are you?”

“I’m doing great today, thank you. I’m calling to let you know that we’ve decided to move forward with the facility for

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