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I frown.

“Lie down and relax.”

I curl up and lay my head on his muscular thigh. My heart is in my throat when he immediately runs his hand through my hair. My eyes flutter as he repeats the action. It’s unusually sweet and pleasurable.

“You do a lot for me. What about you?” I say quietly, my eyes checking to see if the driver heard. He doesn’t move, so I’m going to hope he doesn’t. The radio is playing so maybe it will drown out our conversation.

“Pleasing you gives me pleasure,” Jeremy whispers.

I try to move, but he holds me to him.

“Stay. Let me do this.”

Why does he make me so responsive? My body naturally relaxes as if it was made to listen to him.

His hands still stroke my hair. He seems to like it.

I’m tired and my eyes struggle to stay open. He must be watching me because his next words are more orders.

“Close your eyes for ten minutes, but before that, tell me what you feel like eating.”

“Nothing. To be honest.” My stomach is rolling with nerves about what’s to come. I can’t think about food.

“You need to eat. We aren’t coming up for air tonight. So you need to be well-fed, rested, and hydrated.”

“McDonalds,” I answer without thinking. It’s something I love, and I feel satisfied once I’ve eaten it.

“Rest your eyes. I’ll wake you when it’s here.” His hand stroking my hair makes it too hard to fight.

So I don’t. Instead, I snuggle up to his thigh and enjoy the attention. I’ve never had it before and it’s becoming addictive. He’s becoming addicting.

Chapter 17

Jeremy

I slide the hairband off her wrist. She’s asleep, and before waking her, I gather her hair up and tie it. I like her hair down, but I also love to see her pulse beating on her delicate neck. I want to devour her the moment we step into my house.

When she ground her sweet pussy along my length, I was about to snap. She is insatiable and I had to hold myself back from coming right there with her. Her face as she comes is indescribable. Her red lips parted and her eyes bright and heavy with lust. It’s as if she glows afterward. I wanted to fuck her on the yacht, but I’m a selfish man and I wanted her alone.

The way that guy, Grant, had his filthy hands on her made me see red. I don’t know what’s coming over me when it comes to Nova, but I feel protective, and I don’t ever want another man's hands on her again.

I pull up my emails and begin working. Work never stops, even on the best days. Before I know it, my driver is telling me we arrived at McDonalds. I stare down at the sleeping beauty on my thighs. She looks delicate and at peace sleeping on me. I put my phone down and rub her back. My back. My Nova.

“Nova.”

She stirs mumbling, “Remy please.”

I smirk, wondering what she’s dreaming about. The way she’s begging sounds like a sexy dream. And I love that I’m the star of it.

“Nova,” I say a little louder.

Nova blinks her eyes open slowly and turns. I’m looking down, and she starts laughing suddenly. “I can’t believe I fell asleep.”

“You must’ve been tired, baby.”

“I was…”

“Not anymore?”

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