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Aren’t I making excuses?

“What about you?” Courtney pushes. “How do you feel? And don’t try to lie, Just. You’re not the kind of person who has friends with benefits. You know you’re not. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. It just isn’t you.”

I hang my head. “It’s not.”

Courtney doesn’t say anything more for a long time. She doesn’t need to. It’s part of what I love about her.

Eventually, I yawn. “It was really romantic, though.”

“Hey,” Courtney stops me as I’m about to go to bed. I pause in the doorway, looking back at her. “It’s OK to want it. Don’t let me judge you. I’m just looking out for my best friend.”

I give her a smile. “Yeah. I know. Thanks.”

I know she’s not. Trouble is I’m judging myself. I’ve made mistakes in the past, putting myself out on a limb for a guy who really didn’t deserve it. Am I just doing the same thing here?

I refuse to believe Ronan is the same as Cameron. They’re not even in the same ball park.

Yet, it would be just like me to fall for someone who can’t give me what I really want. Apparently, I have a type.

Emotionally unavailable.

I’ll have to be careful. I can’t give my heart completely until I know he can change.

THIRTY SEVEN

Justine

“One more, babygirl. Do it for me.”

I buck against Ronan’s hand as he wrings a final orgasm from my body. My pussy clenches, but it’s weaker than before. My body is refusing to cooperate, too wrung out from pleasure to do more than flutter around his fingers.

He stills, letting me recover.

I flop back against his pillows, breathing heavily, sweat trickling between my breasts.

“Such a good girl. Are you done, gorgeous?”

I nod weakly.

“Perhaps just one more...”

“No!” I’m too weak and floppy to do more than wave a pathetic hand in his general direction.

Ronan chuckles. “Just how I like you.”

A moment later, he removes his hand, his semen gushing from my pussy to leave me in a damp patch on the bed. I can’t even move.

Moments later, he pulls me away from the wet patch and onto his chest. I sigh in contentment. He strokes lazy fingers down my back.

After a few minutes, I try to lift my head. “I should go.”

Ronan grunts. I try unsuccessfully to move more, but he has me pinned.

“No, really. Work tomorrow.”

He huffs. “Stay. I’ll send Harvey back for you after he’s taken me to work.”

My heart cranks open a little more, warmth pouring in despite myself. How can I help it when he’s so sweet at every turn?

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