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feet.
    He ignored me, which I found at times, could be best.
    Sometimes I just couldn’t contain my excitement.
    Especially now.
    “There he is,” I squealed, jumping and pointing at my man in his ugly green camo pants and shirt.
    Oh, he looked good.
    He filled out the shirt perfectly, and I could see every single defining ridge of his abdomen. And he was whole.
    My bouncing turned to jumping, and I took Max’s arm in my exuberance and took him along for the ride with me.
    “Can we go out there? How do I get out there? Let’s go find a way. Please?” I pleaded over and over again.
    “No need,” Max rumbled, pointing towards where Elliott was sprinting towards us.
    He wasted no time on the stairs. Instead, he took a running leap, grabbed hold of the lower balcony, lifted himself up and over the side of the lip. Wasting no time coming straight towards me.
    I didn’t waste time in going to him, either.
    My feet were powering me forward carrying me to him with the weight of a hundred and twelve pounds, straight towards the one thing that was on the top of my Christmas list.
    Elliott.
    I hit him like a freight train.
    Maybe just the caboose of a freight train, but a freight train nonetheless.
    He caught me effortlessly, scooping me up and wrapping me so tight in his embrace that I could hardly breathe.
    “You’re home,” I breathed against his neck.
    He felt bigger.
    Like he’d gained a lot of weight. Muscle for sure. His beard was longer where it tickled against my neck, and his usually trimmed hair now brushed his collar.
    “I’m home,” he groaned into my neck. “Forever.”
    Those words were music to my ears.
    “You should take me to the bathroom to celebrate,” I breathed into his ear.
    I felt his erection pushing against me from the moment our bodies collided, and nothing in that moment sounded better than feeling his skin against mine.
    Sand or no fucking sand.
    I’d take him any way I could get him.
    “Damn straight. Walk with me,” he demanded as he placed me on my feet.
    I did, clutching his hand in mine, refusing to let go of him.
    “Are you taking me to the bathroom?” I whispered temptingly.
    He gave me a ‘duh’ look, and pushed the door open to the men’s room.
    “Yes.”
    No bullshitting for him.
    Lucky for us, there was nobody in there when we arrived.
    Which was good since Elliott locked the main lock on the door, effectively shutting out anybody who might want in for the next couple of minutes.
    His gaze slid down my body, cataloging my short skirt, my cowboy boots, and finally my face.
    My hands itched to touch him again, and he must’ve read my thoughts because in the next instant, he had me pinned to the wall of the handicap stall.
    He closed the door with a flick of his fingers, lifting me up by the back of my thighs and holding me against the wall as he dropped his bag, followed shortly by his pants.
    I squeezed him tightly with my thighs, holding on securely while he worked his stiff length out of his pants, and dropped me down unceremoniously onto it.
    My head fell back as the stretching sensation flowed through my body. Muscles and flesh that hadn’t been used in long months felt gloriously stretched.
    It’d been a year of nothing but my fingers, and my body wasn’t used to having something so big inside of it. Not that a complaint was uttered on my end.
    He felt perfect. Filling me so wonderfully that I nearly came just be the sheer amount of rightness that came along with having him inside of me.
    “Jesus, you’re so wet and hot,” he groaned.
    I smiled down into his eyes, leaned forward, and captured his mouth with my own.
    My tongue worked its between his lips, dueling with his tongue, as he lifted and lowered me onto his straining cock.
    “It’s like coming home,” he breathed against my lips.
    “It is, and always will be.” I agreed.
    He grunted, working me up and down his cock faster and harder, until I was on the verge of teetering over the edge.
    It was