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By then, Jett was impatient, urging me to hurry the fuck up and thrusting his hips enough just for the tip to slip inside. A low moan settled in my throat. That already felt so fucking good. I was sure to come as soon as I was fully seated inside of him. And there was no way in hell I wanted that to happen. I gripped my base, trying to think of anything to stave off my orgasm.

Jett wasn’t having it. His hips bucked underneath me, trying to get me inside of him. Then he decided to play dirty. “Babe, I need you.”

There was an explosion in my head. This was the first time he’d called me that ever since I’d made a big deal about it at the diner. Of course, he justhadto pull it outnowwhen Iwas already on the losing side of keeping myself together. But none of that mattered, because saying no to him wasn’t a possibility.

It didn’t matter if I ended up embarrassing myself, I would give him what he wanted. Each inch inside felt like it was only intensifying the torture. It took everything to hold back until I was all the way inside of him.

Then Jett wrapped his legs around me. His arms clawed at my back, trying to get as close to me as possible.

“You feel so good,” he whispered, all breathy and hot against my skin. I had to pause my movement for a second to chill the fuck down.

“Fuck, you feel better.” I gritted out. My head nuzzled into the nook of his neck, holding him until there wasn’t an inch of space between us.

While I was struggling here, the fucker had the nerve to chuckle. To make it worse, the movement shook his body, vibrating onto my cock like he wasn’t torturing me enough already.

I knew I wasn’t going to last. This was going to be hard and fast, but damn if I was the only one coming. So I bucked my hips, ramming into the tight spot that had him crying out my name. My hand fisted his hot cock, stroking him hard andrelentlessly.

“I’m gonna…gonna come.”

They were the most beautiful words I’d ever heard. I tried counting backward from ten, anything to keep my dick hard until I could finish pleasuring him. All my plans were ruined by his command. “Come with me.”

I was shooting my load inside of him before I could even react. He tightened so deliciously around me, shooting all over my hand as he cried and deepened our kiss.

We kissed until our breaths calmed nice and steady, and I questioned how I’d ever lived without this. It wasn’t just thephysical aspect of sex—because that was phenomenal—but the emotional intimacy with Jett was something I’d never shared with anyone else before.

We laughed and kissed, then laughed again with our limbs tangled together and hearts as one.

CHAPTER 21

JETT

The Ugly ChristmasSweater Party was in full swing by the time we’d arrived. I’d been excited about the event all week and, most importantly, I was goingwithRemy.

We’d gone on plenty of dates in town recently, but this was the first event we were attending together. It felt like we were officially announcing our relationship to everyone, which had me almost giddy.

Better yet, was the fact we were going in matching couples’ sweaters. We’d finished our ugly sweaters last night, and while my rendition of Spice had turned out looking like two pumpkins stacked on top of each other, Remy surprised me with his artistic skills. There wasnothingugly about the adorable tuxedo cat depicted on his sweater, who looked exactly like Sugar.

The place was filled with familiar people, and we were spotted almost immediately. Friends came up to chat, and I proudly introduced Remy to them as my boyfriend. My hand rested on the base of his lower back, tickling him every so often.

I couldn’t get enough of touching him. And Remy seemedto like it as well, leaning into my hand. It made me almost want to say hell to the event and drag Remy back home and have an intimate chat with our bodies.

My face heated with memories of him inside me. It wasn’t the wildest sex I’d had, but hell if it wasn’t the most passionate. Remy just did it for me, and even in his inexperience with men, he already made me feel so fucking good.

“Are you feeling hot?” Remy’s voice sounded through my fog of lewd thoughts. My face heated even more, and Remy brought his cold beer up to my cheek.

I hummed at the comfortable coolness, my eyes closing as I enjoyed the feeling. They popped open again when soft lips pressed against my dry ones. Remy’s face was close to mine, and he grinned when he saw me looking at him.

“You looked too adorable,” he said, then brought his beer to his lips for a swig. And all the heat returned to my cheeks, but all the blood drained from my face when Remy called out to a man.

“Hey, Ford!”

The man turned around at the sound of his name. His ugly sweater vaguely resembled a dog with big googly eyes and antlers that had lights wrapped around them.

He looked confused at being called out, but still gave a polite greeting. I’d completely forgotten about this little snafu since we hadn’t really had a chance to bump into Ford.

I knew I’d have to come clean eventually, and I probably should have told him earlier to avoid a situation like this. But as they say, hindsight was twenty-twenty.

Now I needed to figure out how to drag Remy somewhere quiet and explain the situation without an audience. But before I could, Remy had already pulled Ford into a conversation. I was at their side, terrified of what they would say to each other but also frozen stiff and unable to prevent it.

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