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He gives me what I want, lapping and sucking and thrusting, I get closer, feeling myself unraveling under his touch. And he doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up, his tongue and fingers working together in this perfect, mind-blowing rhythm that sends me spiraling.

My release crashes over me, a wave that leaves me breathless, shuddering, undone. He stays with me, his mouth and hands still drawing every last tremor, savoring each shiver until I’m spent, sinking back into the bed, completely his.

And he watches me, that small smile playing on his lips as he moves up, brushing a thumb over my cheek, his gaze tender and filled with something that promises more, and for the first time, I believe it.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

JAKE

It’s heady,the way she looks at me, as if I’m a gift she’s giving herself. It’s humbling and sends a swell of pride through me all at once. It makes me determined to live up to whatever it is she sees in me. Letting her down would be like failing myself.

I brush my thumb over her cheek, feeling her warm breath against my skin, soft and steady. Something tightens in my chest, winding up and refusing to let go.

“You good?” I murmur, brushing a strand of hair from her face, and her lips curve up, the softest, shyest smile breaking through.

“Yeah,” she whispers unsteadily, like maybe she’s as caught up in this as I am. “Better than good.”

I kiss her again, slow and deep, as she melts beneath me. Her arms wind around my neck, pulling me down, as if she can’t get enough. Like there’s not a single part of me she isn’t ready to know. To own.

And I think she already does. Because, staring down at her, I’m pretty damn certain I never want to do this with anyone else ever again.

“Jake.” My name’s barely audible, but it’s packed with something raw, something that punches through me and has me grinning like a fool.

“Yeah, Sweets?” I ask, my voice rough.

She just looks up at me, eyes dark and inviting in a way that absolutely wrecks me. “Hurry.”

I let out a shaky laugh, propping myself up and reaching for a condom, fumbling a bit because, honestly, I’m already halfway gone.

When I finally push in, a helpless groan rumbles out of me. She’s warm and soft and perfect.

“Oh god…” Her voice comes out breathy, breaking, and she’s gazing at me as if seeing right through to the heart of me. It’s a little terrifying but also the best I’ve ever felt.

I start off slow, finding a rhythm that’s both familiar and new. She’s holding onto me like I’m the only thing keeping her together, her breath hot against my neck, her fingers skimming down my back, sending shivers straight down my spine and igniting every nerve.

Each time I withdraw, she clings to me. “Fuck, you feel incredible,” I murmur against her lips, savoring the way she grips me, taking every inch. Her flushed cheeks, that wild look in her eyes? It’s like I just hit the jackpot.

“Jake,” she chants over and over, breathless, and tinged with desperation. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and her spine bows. Seeing her this way, open and vulnerable, completely lost in me—I’m the luckiest bastard alive, and I know it.

“Yeah, Sweets?” I whisper, picking up the pace.

“Don’t stop,” she murmurs, her voice cracking, and it’s half order, half plea, and I don’t plan to disobey. Our movements turn feverish, we can’t get close enough.

And then I feel it. The moment she hits the edge, her whole body going taut, shaking beneath me. My grip tightens on herhips, grinding into her as her pleasure crests, pushing her closer to that breaking point.

Just when I think I can’t hold out another second, she lets out a cry that rips right through me. Something inside me snaps, and I groan, guttural and raw, as I follow her over.

My mind shatters, splintering into a million pieces as my release slams into me, my chest so tight it feels like it might cave in. I bury my head against her throat. “Amelia.”

MyAmelia.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

AMELIA

After that evening,we settle into a new routine. Jake practically lives at my place,popping in and out as he pleases. Now that sleepovers are part of our arrangement, our days easily roll into nights at my flat.

We still spend loads of time in bed, but mixed in is a fair amount of takeaway and sprawling out on the couch and the occasional board game that turns inevitably competitive.

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