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“Okay…”

He grinned at me.

We stared at each other for a few more seconds when he chuckled.

“Get to class,Jessa.”

Fuck. I ran to my car, and it made me realize that I hadn’t gone running in the longest time.

Maybe I was better, because my favorite coping mechanism was long forgotten.

CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX

“That’s it.You’re doing great,” my physical therapist said.

He was the best money could buy. And Iwasdoing great, but as someone who was in touch with their body, I knew that my knee was not the same.

What my therapist was doing for me could only get me so far. When summer came to an end, my team wanted to evaluate me. There was hope, and it was slim, but I guessed I would never know what could come of it if I didn’t take the chance.

Yet something was holding me back. Maybe it was the thought of getting my hopes up? Which I didn’t like, because I didn’t fear the unknown or failure. If you wanted something, you had to go after it.

“Thanks, man,” I said as I wiped the sweat off my face with a cloth.

“Naw, man. It’s all you.”

I grabbed a bottle of water as he got his shit so he could leave. My phone started ringing, and I groaned as I took Leo’s call. Since I had called him, he has been working non-fucking-stop to get my career back on track.

If I won, so did he.

“Guess who loves you,” Leo started the conversation with those words.

I grimaced.

“Don’t say that,” I pleaded jokingly.

“I’m about to get you the most amazing press for your comeback,” he said.

“What did we talk about?” I warned him as Simba whined.

I moved my ass and got him a treat. He happily took it and followed me to my room—orourroom. Poor guy had to be getting kicked out of it because Jess refused to fuck in front of him.

Which I’ll admit it was kinda cute.

“He’s watching me,” Jess whispered.

I was dick-deep inside her, and I just raised a brow at her statement.

“Who’s watching you?”

“Simba,” she said in a low tone.

I grinned so I wouldn’t laugh. For someone who told everyone she didn’t like dogs, she sure as hell cared for Simba's wellbeing.

“We have to stop,” she deadpanned.

Yeah, no fucking way were we stopping. Not when her wet fucking pussy was all over my dick.

“Jessa,” I said her name as I pressed my forehead to hers. “He’s a dog.”

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