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“You don't have to wear that. I'm ... I'm clean. I haven't had a boyfriend for months, and I’m on the pill … because I have heavy periods.”

My breath hitches in my throat. No wonder she was tight. I could feel her stretching as I slid in. My hands rest on her hips. I shake my head. “You should never offer to do that. Withanyone.” I imagine someone like that man-boy sniffing around her wouldn’t hesitate to take her up on that offer. “How do you know I'm clean? You don't. Don't risk things, Cari. Not for anyone.”

The hurt in her eyes kills the heat of the moment. I cup her face. “I'm sorry. I care about you too much. I don't want you to do anything that puts you at risk.”

Her eyes soften, and I think I have her back.

“Now, fuck me any way you want,” I command.

A hiss escapes her mouth as she eases herself back down on my length. I love watching my cock slide into her pussy. Love hearing her soft noises, her sighs of deep content.

Oh, Jesus.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Her face turns red, and her hips gyrate, causing her beautiful breasts to jiggle. I continue to stroke her nub as she moves up and down slowly, the sound of her soft sighs pure music to my ears.

I love watching her. Love seeing her come, getting her release with her muscles clenching around me. She moans my name, and hearing her say it, in the heat of her climax is even sexier. Her eyes closed, her lips parted, she collapses onto me. I run a hand through her hair, before flipping her onto her back, my hands bracketing her hips as I thrust into her, driving in hard and fast, sliding in deeper and claiming every ounce of pleasure I can from her beautiful body.

Chapter 34

CARI

I open my eyes in the creeping dawn as memories of last night come flooding back.

My cheeks turn crimson. Heat sears my skin.

I did that.

Wedid that.

I want to close my eyes and have my daydream linger just a little longer. I just don’t know how Jett will react once he faces what we did. Maybe it would be easier if I left now, and we could pretend it never happened.

I turn to my side, wincing because I'm sore below. My eyelids fly wide open in shock when I see Jett watching me. He’s also lying on his side, with a strong, muscly bicep curled under his pillow. I dread to think how long he’s been watching me sleep.

He chuckles, watching my reaction. “Morning, shortcake.”

I love that he calls me that. “Good morning.” I hold the sheet to me, and as I pull it, it leaves him exposed.

To my shock, the man is hard.Again.

“Are you taking something for that?” I ask, still in awe at the size of him. I’m shocked at how he is constantly hard.

“This is what you do to me.”

I love that I have that kind of power over him, but it’s a new day, and things are awkward. I don't know where we go from here.

“I should go.” I make to stand up, plastering the sheet to me, leaving him deliciously and temptingly naked.

“Why?” He grabs a hold of the sheet, preventing my escape.

“Because … we can’t wake up together.” I’m surprised that he doesn’t understand this.

“Why not?”

“Brooke. Sometimes she wakes up early and crawls into my bed.”

“She comes into your bed?” His brows lift.

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