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“I won’t.” Tingles of pleasure roll through my body. I can tell, even as I sleep, that Bambie’s nearby.

“Don’t let her go, Jack.”

“I won’t.”

“Don’t let her escape.”

I frown at her repetitive insistence. “I won’t, I promise.”

“Goodbye, Jack. Be happy.”

“Goodbye. I love you, Stephy.”

“Wake up now, Jack.”

“Huh?”

Wake up!

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BRITT

THIRD WHEEL

Opening my eyes to a brand-new day and perfect morning sunshine pouring through Jack’s open curtains, I smile at the broad chest beneath my cheek.

He’s home.

He wasn’t here when I fell asleep, but he’s here now, and he pulled me on top of him.

Stretching lazily, I press a kiss to his nipple – because it’s right there, right beneath my lips – and I luxuriate in this powerful, large, beautiful, tattooed body beneath mine. Running a hand across his chest, I trace his ink, then scratch my nails along his abs.

Even in his sleep, he smiles and breaks out in goosebumps at my touch.

With a light stubble – a stubble that always feels good on my neck, on my breasts, on my thighs – and a soft smile on his face, I let myself fall a little deeper in love. I didn’t know it was possible, but it’s happening anyway.

Pressing my lips to his muscled pecs, I take a peek at his face – eyes still closed, soft smile on his slack face – and continue kissing down his body.

I kiss his ribs, slowly moving down as his muscles flex under my lips. I love his body, but because I’m too cowardly to say the words out loud, I let my lips on his warm flesh show him my love, then my hands follow in their wake.

I kiss his stomach, each visible and defined ab, then his belly button. I lift the covers, and grin like a fool when I find him completely naked.

Running my tongue along the V his hips make, I watch his dick fill, and hold back my giggle at how easily men can be manipulated.

Murmuring nonsensically in his sleep, he draws closer to consciousness and has my breath coming faster. Minutes from now, he’ll be awake, and he’ll show his feelings with his lips, too.

Taking his dick in my hand, he groans as I squeeze it. Peeking up to his still closed eyes, I move forward, press my tongue to my bottom lip, and slide it over the tip. Tasting him again, I close my eyes at the pleasure and giddiness that swirls inmystomach.

I’ve finally got him back in front of me. In my hands. In the same bed.

I missed him so fucking much, it’s ridiculous.

Playing, I flick my tongue along the head. Taking him in my mouth and swallowing him all the way to the back of my throat, I rub my thighs together to ease the ache.

Tasting him turns me on.

Having him beneath me turns me on.

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