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Hattie arched suddenly, a scream tearing from her throat. Her inner muscles clamped down on his dick so hard his head spun.

“Dex,” she cried, still coming.

Dex fucking fell on her, covering her smaller body, when the head of his cock felt like it was about to blow off. His hips pistoned, body shaking, taking her hard and deep, over and over.

His spine torqued as pleasure rocked through him and his hips pumped wildly. A roar exploded from him as he came so hard light danced at the edges of his eyes.

He didn’t stop, though, not yet. He moved slower as he worked every last shudder from them until they were both spent.

Dex tried to keep some of his weight off Hattie while his breath sawed in and out of him, but he wasn’t sure how good a job he was doing. “Okay?” he said, voice nothing but grit against her ear.

“Yes,” she said and kissed the side of his neck, her hands sliding up and down his sides.

He didn’t want to move. Never wanted to leave this spot with her, inside her, her taste in his mouth, her scent filling his head. Her soft pants hot and sweet against the side of his throat.

The silence stretched out, then Hattie kissed his neck again. “You want to go upstairs?”

Moving sounded like an excellent idea after all. “Yeah, sweetness, I do.”

If it meant more of the woman under him, he most definitely wanted to go upstairs. At that moment, he’d have followed her anywhere.

Chapter 8

When Dex texted Hattie the next afternoon while she was at work, she let out the breath she’d been holding for what felt like a full day. After the way she’d freaked out the previous night, before finally coming back—and they’d had the hottest sex of her life on the hood of a car—she thought he might not contact her for a few days. After all, she had told him they needed to slow things down.

She was glad he had anyway.

Yes, the reasons she’d taken off in the first place were still there, but then the call she’d gotten from her mother yesterday morning and the twenty-minute lecture on what a failure she was to her family had probably contributed to her extreme reaction to Dex’s suggestion that they take things beyond the bedroom, in part at least.

That call had also reinforced her reasons to keep things casual with him. Thankfully, they were on the same page now.

She couldn’t deal with complicated, not at the moment. She had enough of that in her life already. Having fun with Dex, though, as often as possible, she could handle.

Her gaze moved back to her computer screen and the email she’d received from her parents earlier. The calls weren’t getting them the expected results, so they were applying more pressure.

Their immense disappointment was a heavy theme, as were their feelings of betrayal. Their betrayal? Seriously? Of course, they’d added how they had paid for her to go to law school and this was how she’d repaid them for everything they’d done. And at the bottom, the not-so-subtle threat of cutting her out of their family. But if she came back now, they could move past this little indiscretion. And if not? Well, she’d gotten the whole this is not Sutton behavior. If she couldn’t act like a member of this family, then perhaps she didn’t belong in it.

That hurt the most. It always did. How could you threaten to cut someone out of your life because they didn’t fit some preconceived notion they had of you? Why didn’t they just want her to be happy? They’d always wanted her to fit into some mold they’d created, an ideal they’d come up with when she was born, and they refused to waver.

Yeah, that definitely hurt most.

“You okay?” Shay said from the couch on the other side of the office, Gracie in her arms. Gracie spent a lot of time in the office with them since Shay was still breastfeeding. Hugh and Shay had help during the day with the other kids, but Shay liked to be close.

“I got an email from my parents.” Hattie had filled Shay in about their messed-up relationship. She’d had to when she’d first started working there, because her mother had called almost nonstop, demanding she come home.

“You okay?”

Hattie smiled, or tried to. “I will be. I just never thought it’d come to this, losing my parents completely, and that’s how it’s looking.”

“Oh, hon, that’s awful.” She looked furious on Hattie’s behalf. “I really don’t get what the hell their problem is,” Shay said, adjusting Gracie in her arms now that she was asleep. “Is there anything I can do?”

Hattie shook her head. “Thanks for asking, though.”

Shay came over and squeezed her shoulder. “I’m here, okay? If you ever need to talk.” Shay gave her another shoulder squeeze and left the office, taking Gracie into the house and to bed.

When she was alone, she pulled out her phone and looked down at the message from Dex.

Dex: Free tonight?