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“You’re being such a good girl,” I praise, my voice muffled from her delicious pussy. “Give me another.”
She gasps and shakes her head. “I-I don’t think I can.”
Her voice is strained, but her body tells a different story. I keep going with a slow and steady pressure so I can build her up again.
“I’m just returning the favor, Pretty Girl.”
I suck her clit gently, then deeper, and she sobs out a moan. She might be oversensitive and trembling, but this time she doesn’t pull away. If anything, she pushes up against me, chasing the feeling.
Shifting lower, I replace my fingers with my tongue, and press two fingers against her swollen clit. She cries out, her back arching, and it doesn’t take long.
I feel it coming. The way she tightens, the way her legs shake, the way her breath catches right before she breaks.
She comes again, harder this time, and a broken moan spills from her lips as her body convulses. I groan against her, savoring it, licking her through every pulse, every twitch, until her hands push weakly at my head.
Finally, I press a soft kiss to her inner thigh and make my way up her body.
Her chest rises and falls rapidly. Her eyes are dazed and her lips are swollen from biting them. I lie beside her, grinning as I brush a damp strand of hair from her forehead.
“That good, baby?”
She stares at me, still trying to catch her breath, then nods, cheeks flushing. “Y-yeah.”
Pride swells in my chest. I lean down and press my lips to hers, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer.
And just like that, I know I’m never letting her go.
Chapter 26
By the time I finish arranging Adley’s room, my entire body aches. My arms burn from scrubbing every surface, my knees throb from kneeling on the hardwood floors, and my head pounds from overanalyzing every last detail. But when I finally step back and take it all in, I exhale.
The fresh, soft lavender sheets. The twinkle lights draped around the window. The books stacked neatly on the nightstand. The framed photos of us tucked onto the shelves.
It looks perfect.
It’s not just clean or put together, but it’s warm, inviting, and a space where Adley can finally feel safe.
I drag a hand through my hair, my chest heavy with everything this day means. I’ve been working non-stop since I got home from class, moving all my things into Cade’s room, while making sure Adley’s space feels like her. I don’t want her to think she’s an afterthought. I want her to know that this place, this apartment, this life is just as much hers as it is mine.
The sound of Stanley’s paws clicking against the floor breaks me from my thoughts. He ambles into the room, sniffing aroundlike he’s checking my work, as if he somehow knows today is important.
And it is.
Because today, we’re meeting with Fern.
It doesn’t matter how much work I’ve done, how perfectly I’ve arranged the blankets or how many soft touches I’ve added to make this place feel like home. None of that matters if Fern doesn’t believe I can give Adley what she needs. She won’t recommend me to Adley’s case workers, and then that’s it. I’ll never get her back.
My stomach churns as I frantically look around the room, searching for things I might be missing.
What if it’s not enough?
What if she looks around this room, around this apartment, at me, and decides I’m still not fit to be her guardian?
What if she takes the dream away from me?
I swallow hard, pushing down the rising panic, forcing myself to take slow, even breaths.
