Chapter 79. We Have Barely Started, Baby

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Rae is still panting.

Chest rising. Falling.

Lips parted like she’s still chasing air. Like I took all of it from her and she hasn’t figured out how to steal it back yet.

Legs trembling, spread out on my desk.

I’m still inside her.

She thinks we’re done.

But I haven’t even started.

I study her.

Her flushed cheeks. The faint shimmer of sweat on her collarbone. The way her lashes flutter, half-closed, as she tries to come back to herself.

God, she’s beautiful.

Not just in the obvious way. Not just the softness of her skin or the way she whimpers when I touch her. No. There’s something about the mess too. The rawness. The way she lets go when it’s just me and her. No filters. No walls.

I lean down. Press a kiss to her jaw. Then lower. Her neck. Her collarbone. The valley between her breasts.

She moans. Weak. Unsure.

“S…” she whispers, her fingers brushing through my hair. “I… I can’t…”

“Yes,” I