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“Nash,” she breathes my name against my mouth, and I pull back to look down at her. “Ohmigod, Nash. I’m…I’m…”

Her body tenses around mine, her pussy fluttering around my cock in a way that sends me flying right alongside her.

“I’m coming,” she finishes her almost incoherent sentence, and it’s the last pull on the thread of my self-control.

I lose myself inside of her, pumping hard and fast as I draw out her orgasm and come with her, our bodies shivering and convulsing as I hold onto her through the aftershocks.

“Okay,” she breathes, a little blissful smile on her lips as she nods. “Okay, you were right.”

“Say that again,” I say, grinning down at her.

“You were right,” she says.

“About?”

“You really are a fantasy.”

I laugh, shaking my head as I lean down to kiss her, slowly this time. “You’re the dream,” I say. “I’m just the lucky bastard who gets to have a cameo in it.”

CHAPTER 10

REESE

My senses awake,slow and heavy, my eyes resistant to open because I’m so relaxed. I stretch, my hands meeting something very warm and very muscley.

That’ll do it.

My eyes flutter open, shock blasting through me at the sight ofNashsleeping next to me.

I sit up, my heart racing as I look down at him.

God, he’s gorgeous. His long blond hair is all messy from our nighttime activities, his muscled arms tucked under the pillow, ink scattering over his back, my comforter just barely covering his ass.

Whoops, I must’ve stolen all the blankets last night.

Last night.

After we slept together and thenactuallyslept together.

And he’s still here.

Ohmigod, I had sex with Nash Stokehill.

And not just any sex, but really good, earth-shattering, mind-blowing sex. The kind in movies or in romance books. I’ve never had sex like that before, not where my partner was so in tune with my needs, my body, and genuinely got off by gettingmeoff.

And damn, he looks a little too good sleeping in my bed. He’s totally out, his breaths long and heavy. Honestly, who looks that good sleeping?

I probably look like a hot mess.

The thought propels me out of bed, moving as softly as I can. My steps are careful and quiet as I head to my bathroom, gently closing the door behind me. Nash wasn’t kidding, I could feel him with every step I took, and I didn’t hate it. It’s a pleasant sort of soreness, and my entire body floods with heat just thinking about it.

Is that how he always operated? Is sex like working out for him? Something that he’s really good at and is part of his regular routine? Or did it feel as different to him as it had to me?

Maybe it’s normal for him, and it’s just a perk that I’m open to during this fake dating situation. Which is fine and totally fair.

Either way, my once-upon-a-time-crush-turned-infuriating-teases me constantly-hockey-player isn’t at all what I thought. He’s kind and funny and confident in the sexiest way. I never once thought at the beginning of this whole situation that we’d have the chemistry we do, let alone the connection. And itisa connection, at least on my end. I’ve felt it for weeks, no matter how many times I try to deny it.

The closer I get to him, the more I like him.

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