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But my heart pounds so hard, I’m afraid he’ll feel the bed trembling with the force of it, and know how badly I want him.

Chapter 24

Megan

I jerk awake, startled, and blink in the faint morning light.

There’s a man standing over me.

Jameson.

“Hey.” His husky, velvet voice, low and soothing, caresses my senses. “Good morning, Miss Rivers.”

He seems to be speaking to me.

I look around groggily. There’s no one else in the room. “Who’s Miss Rivers?”

“You are. Jessica Rivers. Future bestselling author.”

Oh. Right. My pen name.

No one calls me Jessica, much less Miss Rivers.

Just him.

I blink at him. He stands by his side of the bed, diffused sunlight playing across his flexing abs as he pulls on a T-shirt. My gaze follows his hands as he smooths the shirt down, covering the generous package in the front of his boxer briefs.

Is he covering up for my benefit?

Well, little does he know that I’ve already seen it all, and have zero problem with any of it. Guilt creeps through me, but I try to swallow it down. How can I not admire him?

Every solid inch of the man is delectable.

His wavy hair is mussed, and he looks sleepy, incredibly sexy.

I instantly wonder if I have bedhead. And morning breath.

I push myself up on my hands, trying to function as I suck in a deep breath of the morning air that breezes in through the stirring curtains. “My gosh. That air. Is this paradise? This is the most comfortable bed I’ve ever slept in.”

The smile that flickers across Jameson’s face is devastating.

Holy Christ, he needs to smile more. Even if it kills me. Swooning to death seems like a decent way to go.

“I’m going to get dressed and shave. Meet me on the balcony for coffee in fifteen?”

“Okay.”

When he turns away, I stare at his firm, toned butt. Which I can now picture naked, vividly. Flexing as he chased his release. Clenching as he ejaculated long and hard…

God.

Everything that happened in the night returns to me in a hot rush.

He disappears into the walk-in, and I collapse back on the bed with a maybe-I’ve-died-and-gone-to-heaven moan. The sheets smell of lavender and him. Sexy alpha male. I didn’t even notice in my nervousness last night.

Waking up to him, and feeling so damn good about it, peels back another layer of my uncertainty. I can feel it falling away like so much useless resistance.

We slept side by side, in the same bed, and we survived.

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