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She found something comforting about the moisture he left inside her as he withdrew. There was no time for lying together, no cuddles and reassurance. Brodie went straight to the scope, pulling his jeans up with one hand as he picked up the fallen equipment and took a look through it.
Happy to relax and enjoy her own afterglow, even if Brodie didn’t have a permit to join her, Zara just breathed and let her body stay heavy. “Can you see him?” she asked, looking at the water-stained ceiling.
“He’s in bed,” he said and glanced at his watch. “Swift and I agreed to give him an hour, then we’ll go in.”
“What?” she said, sitting up. The weight of his belt fell into her cleavage. She’d almost forgotten it was around her neck. Picking it up, she loosened it to pull it off over
