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His eyes are bright and wet and he doesn’t hide it. He kisses me achingly slowly, and there's grief in it and alongside the grief something that is beginning to change.
When we break apart I'm dizzy with emotions.
There's one more thing to do.
I reach into my pocket and take out the key. Hold it flat on my palm and look at Carter.
"You worked in construction," I think he sees where I’m going with this, "did you ever manage a wrecking ball? Because I figure we could start now."
He looks at the key. He looks at me.
He reaches out and snags the key from my hand.
The four of us walk toward the crane.
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EPILOGUE - SIENNA
3 MONTHS LATER
"Keep your hands there and don't move them."
William’s voice is low and close against my ear. I curl my fingers around the top rail of the headboard and hold.
For a moment he just stays behind me, his breath warm on my shoulder, his hands at my hips. The morning light through the beach house windows is already bright. I can feel the weight of him, and I don't move.
This is the version of William I couldn't have imagined. The one who saysstaylike it's the simplest word in the world. The one who woke me with his mouth on my throat and didn't stop until I'd forgotten whatever I'd been thinking when I opened my eyes.
When I woke this morning it was just the two of us. That's unusual. For the past three months, William is almost always the first one out of bed. He has business to run, deals to close and a particular relationship with five a.m. that the rest of us have agreed not to question. But this morning he was still there whenI woke up, and the second he felt me wake he started kissing me. Slow. Methodical. The way he does everything.
He likes to torture me like that.
He kissed his way down my body, taking his time, and I had a thought about the Greenhaven expansion, the site visit I'd scheduled for this morning, the construction timeline and then he found my center and all of that disappeared completely.
He made a low sound.
"So wet, baby." A pause. "I'm going to feast."
He did.
He alternated between pushing his tongue inside me and dragging it slowly, deliberately, from the back all the way up to my clit. I gripped the sheets and surrendered. I was almost there, right at the edge, and then his hand reached up and pinched my nipple and I detonated.
I was still shaking when he flipped me.
And now I’m on all fours. Hands on the headboard like he commanded.
He positions himself behind me, enters me in one deep thrust and groans, the sound of it low and rough, unrestrained.
"Every time." He pulls back and pushes in again, deeper. "So good." Another thrust, harder. "Every fucking time."
His lips find my back tattoo. One kiss, brief and specific. Then his hands move to my hips and he stops being careful.
I hold the headboard.
I don't know if Carter and Adrian are still in the house. If they are, there's no way they don't hear us. The walls in this beach house have never once pretended to be soundproof, and William is not quiet when he's like this, and neither am I.
Maybe they'll hear and come find us. I smile at the thought.
