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Somehow, he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, and we aren’t touching anymore. Because he made it that way without my consent. He’s that strong.

I pant, splayed on the bed like a broken doll, disoriented and way too drunk. My pulse pounds so hard through my veins, I’m shaking. My pussy throbs with the incessant need to fuck.

Doesn’t he feel the same need?

Even a tenth of it?

Seriously, I could come on a tenth of it. If he just let me rub against him a little more…

He clears his throat as he leans in and presses a kiss to my forehead. My clit jerks when I feel his pulse in his lips against my skin.

That’s how hard up I am.

His hair is a mess as he breathes over me, his blue eyes two pools of frustrated desire as they lock with mine, and I swoon. “God, Jameson. I?—”

“I’m gonna go for a walk,” he interrupts me. “With Locke.”

I catch his wrist before he can get up. “Why?”

“Because I can’t sleep right now.”

Like I can?

His erection is preventing him from relaxing, from sleeping next to me, is that it? And he still won’t screw me? Let us undress each other? Just kiss and touch and see where it leads…?

Why?

Because of my brother? Some silly bro code?

Really?

“Rurik will be stationed outside the door while I’m gone. You’re safe here.” He gets to his feet. “We’ll be leaving for Berlin after breakfast. Try to get some sleep.”

He kisses the palm of my hand, then leaves me there—still panting, still drunk—without another glance.

Chapter 35

Jameson

At midnight tonight, I can have sex.

Fuck, that’s weird.

It’s the final day of my challenge. I made it. And I’m really trying not to acknowledge that this forced time-out from my active sex life has actually somehow made me appreciate sex—namely, the sex I’m very likely about to have with my fiancée—all the more.

Like way, way more.

All I want to do is savor it, savor her, and not think about my oldest brother and how fucking pissed and weirdly grateful I’ve been feeling toward him lately.

Fuck you, Graysen.

Seriously.

The best thing I figure I can do is take Megan somewhere private and amazing, where we can be totally alone, and show her how I really feel about her. Because barely touching her for weeks on end is not it.

I’ve never thought of sex as being a way to show feelings. Sex isn’t about feelings.

At least, it never was for me before.

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