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“Were you just trying to make me jealous?”

“Are you?”

I’m saved from having to answer, because someone on his end starts talking. Based on what I can hear, he wasn’t lying.

“Sorry. So, what were you saying?”

“You know where I am. See you soon.”

His laugh is the last thing I hear before I end the call.

18

Almost an hour later,and I’m pacing through the hotel suite, anxious in a way I’ve never been. I begin to worry he won’t show. Maybe he got caught up with his friends...with this guy. I want to smack myself for being so out of control.

I’m starting to wonder if only being with him on the weekend is enough. Five days without him already has me on edge. It had been a long time since I was with anybody, and that was fine. I wasn’t struggling with the lack of sex. I was used to it. It was nothing I couldn’t solve with a little solo stroke action, but now that I’ve had a taste, I find myself constantly starving.

I do my best to control myself around him, not wanting to lead him to believe this can be anything serious, but I’m struggling to hold onto the reins.

When a knock sounds on the door, I have to force myself from jogging toward it. Yanking it open, Jayden stands there with a cocky grin. I want to attack his mouth and plunder it with my tongue.

I inhale deeply, trying to keep my cool. “You finally made it.”

He walks in, his hand gently touching my stomach. “I had to go shower and prepare myself for tonight.”

Closing the door, I spin around and follow him inside. “Oh? Not too busy withcertainguys?” I clench my jaw, hating that I sound like a jealous teenager. I forge on, hoping to move past that. “That’s good. I’m glad you’re ready for me.”

He turns and watches me, sitting on the arm of the couch. “I told you I wouldn’t see anyone else while we do this. I meant it.”

“It’s just about—”

“Safety,” he finishes for me, not sounding at all like he believes it. “Right.”

I shove my hands in my pockets to keep from reaching out to him. “So.”

“Do you know how to swim?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“Good. Come on,” he says, standing up and walking back toward me.

“What?”

He grabs a hold of my wrist as he passes me, spinning me around and tugging me along for a couple seconds before letting go. “Just come with me. Live a little.”

“I don’t even have shoes on,” I complain. “And I’m not really dressed—”

“You don’t need to wear a suit to go to a pool. What you’re wearing is fine.”

I’m wearing a dark T-shirt and a pair of lounge pants, with only socks on my feet. “Jay.”

“Alek,” he says, mimicking my tone before laughing.

I manage to swipe the extra key from the counter before we leave the room. I follow him as we make our way down to the first floor, traveling down a couple hallways, passing people leaving or going to their rooms.

“These people are probably wondering why I don’t have any shoes on.”

“Are you kidding? A hotel is the only place you can get away with not wearing shoes without having to worry about what people are going to say. People walk the halls in bathing suits and swim trunks. Nobody cares.”

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