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From the heated look in his eyes, I know he wants to join me in the shower, but there's something sexy about hearing him say it. It makes me even more aroused, knowing how much he wants me.

I want him desperately, but I hold back. He knows how to get me to cave, but I like that he lets me resist just enough to create the sexual friction I need to really turn me on.

“I want to strip you naked,” he says, lifting my sticky blue top and tossing it across the room.

“Hmm, and then?” I ask, my voice shaky as I feel the ache in my lower core.

“Then I want to fuck you against the shower wall. I want the warm water spraying on us, and I want you to scream my name.”

I tug his shirt off, and let it drop on the floor. As he turns on the tap, I wiggle out of my running shorts, grateful I didn’t choose leggings today.

He pushes his shorts down, and we both stand there naked.

“Fucking incredible, baby,” he says, his eyes raking over me.

My knees shake, never getting tired of the way he obviously desires me.

“Shut up and fuck me,” I demand.

He gives me a wolfish grin. “You got it, baby.”

Picking me up, he shoves me against the shower wall, and I couldn’t love him more than I do right now.

Chapter 40

Jemima

A week later

“Where are you heading?” I ask my mom on the phone as I walk into the office.

“San Francisco,” she gushes. “I’m off to dazzle the city, darling, you know how it is!”

“I miss you. When will you come visit?”

“Oh, honey, you know I never make plans. But just call me when you need me, and I’ll be there with bells on.”

“Well, Chad's birthday is next month, so I need to plan it. I know he’d love it if you could come.”

“Oh, my stars, of course, I’ll be there! I would never miss my grandson's birthday bash.”

“I have something else to tell you,” I say, my voice quieter than usual.

Why is it so hard to tell my mom I’m dating someone? It’s not like she’ll disapprove, but it feels like it’s all happening so fast. Is there a rule against moving on when my ex was a douchebag? It’snot like I haven’t mentioned him before I told her on the phone that I was seeing someone she just doesn’t know it’s the same person.

It’s not like I was actively dating… No apps, no bars… nothing. Harvey wasn’t planned. If anything, he’s the opposite of who I thought I’d end up with, which I think is a good thing.

“What is it?” Mom urges when I’ve been silent for too long.

“Things are getting serious with someone.”

Mom shrieks. “What? Is this with the person you were seeing?”

I giggle at her reaction, but a sense of dread washes over me. What if she doesn’t approve? Last time, she and Dad ended up being right.

“His name is Harvey.”

“Mm strong name, I like it.”

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