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He smiled, that slow, sexy smile that always made her knees weak, and positioned himself at her entrance. The anticipation was almost too much—her whole body trembled with need, every nerve was on fire.
Shewantedthis moment, wanted to feel him, all of him.
When he finally slid into her, she gasped, her fingers digging into his skin as he filled her completely. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pressure that had her head spinning.
He began to move, slowly, deliberately, his eyes never leaving hers as he thrust deeper, pushing her closer and closer to the edge with every movement.
Her body was so primed, so ready, that it didn’t take long before she was right there again, teetering on the brink.
And this time, when the wave hit, it hit hard.
Her entire body tensed, her muscles tightening around him as her orgasm crashed over her, pulling her under, drowning her in sensation.
“Dom!” Her voice broke as the pleasure consumed her. He wasn’t far behind, his own release hitting him with a deep, guttural groan that sent a shiver down her spine. She felt him shudder inside her, his body tensing as he found his own release, and knowing he was coming too, sent her flying even higher.
They stayed like that for a moment, both of them breathing hard, their bodies still tangled together, hearts racing.
Eventually, she let out a soft, contented sigh as she basked in the afterglow. This wasn’t just sex anymore. It hadn’t been for a while.
This was them. Together.
Even though she knew this was the end, that tomorrow they’d be going their separate ways, right now, in this moment, she didn’t care.
Because tonight, they had each other.
And that was enough.
CHAPTER 21
Becca’s hands shook as she gripped the bathroom sink, staring into the mirror. The paleness of her face, the slight tremble in her lip—it didn’t do justice to the storm ripping through her chest.
She’d run before.
Hell, was no stranger at slipping away, vanishing into the folds of the world when things got too heated.
But this? This was different.
She wasn’t running from a relationship that had turned toxic or a situation she wanted to get out of, she was running from the man she loved.
Oh, Dom.
Her heart squeezed painfully at the thought of walking away, especially after the night they’d had. Could she do this?
His words snapped her back to reality.
Leave your laptop behind. Destroy your SIM card.
It was serious this time. No half-measures, no turning back. The authorities weren’t just sniffing around—they were coming.
If she stayed, it wouldn’t be long before she was staring at the grimy walls of a Panamanian jail cell. She squeezed her eyesshut, hoping the panic would recede, taking deep breaths that barely steadied her nerves.
She turned on the shower, mentally running through the plan again. Pack, taking nothing that wouldn’t fit in her shoulder bag. Go to work as usual, acting normally. While she was there, she’d wipe her laptop and get rid of any hint of her presence. This afternoon, she’d come up with some excuse to head into town where she’d kill her cellphone and draw emergency cash.
Then get to the airport.
Simple, right?
Her thoughts turned to Chrissy, who’d been doing exactly the same thing when she was killed. An icy chill swept over her.