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I furrow my brow and shake my head. “What are you getting at? I’m having fun with her. That’s all this is.”

He scoffs. “Please, I’ve never seen you act like this with a woman before.”

“Act like what?”

“Like a love-struck puppy.”

I roll my eyes. “Shut up.”

He shrugs. “It’s true. It seems like you got it pretty bad for this girl.”

“We’ve only known each other for a few days.”

“Why does that matter? If you connect with someone, you connect with them. End of story.”

I release a frustrated breath. Why is he pushing this? Why is he insisting that there’s something more between me and Lynn when there isn’t?

“Look, I like her,” I tell him. “I like her a lot. We’re having a ton of fun. She’s beautiful, sexy, and sweet. Maybe if the situation was different…”

I trail off, thinking of all the ways Lynn and I just fit together. Then, with a deep breath, I admit the truth. “She gets me,” I murmur. “She’s easy to talk to. She’s funny and laughs at my jokes. The sex is… unbelievable, and the way she fits in my arms…it’s like she was made for me.”

I blink, realizing too late that I was rambling. I look over at Tyler, who’s watching me with an arched brow.

“Damn,” he murmurs. “It sounds like you’re falling in love with this girl.”

I shake my head. “No…no, that’s not possible…”

However, the thought of walking away from Lynn at the end of the week makes my stomach twist painfully. Maybe Tyler is right. There’s a small voice in the back of my head telling me that one week with Lynn is not going to be enough.

Chapter Five

LAST NIGHT

GRACE

“Oh my God, Jensen,” I moan, arching my back as I grind my hips against him. “This feels so good.”

We’re in his suite, and I’m riding him as he clings to my hips. I brace my hands on his wide chest and throw my head back as my clit rubs against him, sending shockwaves of pleasure rushing through me.

“That’s right, baby,” he growls. “Ride that fucking cock.”

He smacks my ass and pumps his hips up to meet mine. Sweat glistens along my forehead and my breathing is ragged, but I don’t want this to stop. He cups one of my breasts and squeezes it, then pinches my nipple. I love how rough he is with me. How dominating. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.

Jensen's gaze locks onto mine, his eyes filled with hunger and desire. I can't help but return his gaze with equal fervor, my heart racing wildly as I cling to him.

“I’m going to cum!” I gasp. “Please, Jensen, can I cum?”

My body has gotten used to following his commands. It’s like he’s brought out this naturally submissive side of myself. A side that craves dominance and direction. That’s eager to please and obey.

“Do it, gorgeous,” he snarls. “Cum for me. Right now.”

He reaches down and presses his thumb against my clit.

I throw my head back, biting my lip as I explode. I shake and writhe above him, tears pricking the corners of my eyes as the pleasure becomes almost unbearable.

His grip on my hips tightens as he lets out a guttural roar and cums as well. He holds me with such force that I know I’m going to have bruises from his fingertips. I love it, though. He makes me feel wild and unrestrained, and I’m on the verge of growing addicted to this feeling.

When I can’t take anymore, I collapse onto his chest. For a long moment, we simply lie there, our bodies still connected, our hearts pounding in unison. A slow smile spreads across Jensen's face, and he pulls me down into a kiss, our lips meeting passionately.

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