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“Where should I come?” Does she want me to pull out? Come inside her? I’m not sure why this is running through my mind at the moment, but it is. I’ve never had sex without a condom. I’ve never considered the logistics, but suddenly they’re all I can think about.

She looks up at me with a bemused grin. “Now that we’re officially going steady, we’ll have to learn how to compromise. I’ll pick dinner. You pick where you spew the goo.”

I chuckle as I lift her into my arms and enter her completely bare while she wraps her legs tightly around me. We briefly did this once before in Florida, but I never got the chance to move inside her before she freaked out and pushed me away.

This time, I freely slide inside my woman and manage to make love to her in the communal shower of the Cougars’ locker room. It’s slow and sweet, full of intense eye contact and deep kissing.

As soon as she comes, I let go inside her. I love the feeling of possessiveness, but I love that she allowed it even more.

Your walls are crumbling down, Kamryn Hart. It might be slow, but it’s happening.

CHAPTER THIRTY

KAMRYN

The next morning, Reagan looks up at the ceiling of her giant executive office and blows out averylong breath before barking out, “This is a fucking PR nightmare!”

I sit next to Cheetah in the chairs on the other side of her desk and throw my hands in the air in exasperation. “I don’t want to get married. He shouldn’t have asked, especially at the ballpark. What do you want from me?”

I’m not scared of anyone, but she’s a little intimidating in her expensive red suit, sitting behind her massive executive desk on the top floor of the highest skyscraper in Philly.

She moves her head back down and stares at me. “You should have said yes in front of the crowd and then broken off the engagement afterward like a normal person would have.”

“I wouldneverdo that to him.”

Cheetah audibly groans. “Ugh. That would definitely have been worse.”

She turns to him. “No, it would have beenmuchbetter. We could have waited a few weeks or months until the press over theromantic engagement wore off and then quietly issued a press release that you’ve consciously uncoupled.”

I scrunch my face. “I’m not plagiarizing Gwyneth Paltrow in the ending of my fake engagement. I definitely would have come up with something more creative. Maybe relationship ejection?”

Cheetah adds, “Cancelling the joint Netflix account. People would know what that means.”

I nod. “Yes! Something original like that. Maybe that we’ve decided to take our relationship to the previous level.”

Cheetah sits up straight. “Ooh! I’ve got one. Kam bam, you look like a snack. Unfortunately, I’m going on a diet.”

I take his hand in mine. “You remind me of Halley’s comet. I don’t want to see you again for another seventy-six years.”

He winks at me. “Are you a dollar bill? Because you’re single.”

I bite back my smile, but Reagan narrows her eyes at us. “I’m glad you two think this is so funny. Until today, do you know what video had the most internet views in history?”

Yay, I’m about to learn something new. I love it when that happens.

Cheetah and I both shake our heads.

Reagan replies, “That stupid, fucking Baby Shark video from a few years ago has nearly fourteen billion views.”

My face scrunches. “Ugh. Now that song is going to be in my head for the rest of the day. Worst day ever.”

She pinches her lips into a thin line before asking, “Do you know what video just eclipsed that one when it hit the fourteen billion views mark an hour ago?”

I shrug and smile. “I don’t, but if I had to guess by the context of the question, I’d answer that the video of Cheetah and me is trending.”

She briefly closes her eyes as she nods. “Correct.”

I shrug my shoulders. “From my perspective, we did the world a favor. That shark video was arguably the most annoying thing in the history of the world.”

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