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“Let me give you my opinion. Just be yourself.” He stroked his thumb over my hand, and I closed my eyes. “Do you know how hard it was for me to leave you last night? Do you know how much I wanted to stay? But I didn’t want you to freak out on me.”

“It’s really hard for me, Chase. This… thing with us.” I’d decided that if he was going to listen, I was going to keep talking. “My dad is fourteen years younger than my mom, and that did not end well. It was not a positive experience for her, me, or my brother. The thought of doing that to Daniel or myself... Even a short-term thing can mess up worlds.”

Especially if that short-term thing developed into long-term heartache. I was already too open to him without meaning to be, as if he’d reached his hands into my chest and pried it open while I was knocked out on the table. And by the time I came to, I was permanently altered and couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

It didn’t matter if this “thing” between us lasted one more day or one more year. He was already imprinted on my heart, and I had the scars to prove it.

“I get it.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, I do, but I disagree. There are no guarantees with anything, Wild Horses.”

“True. But the odds were already against us from the beginning.” I opened my eyes again; the view was too beautiful to block out for long. Both above and beside me.

“I’d say the odds were working for us. There’s something to be said about two sexual peaks coming together.”

A little fireball rolled through me. Another thing I felt helpless to control. Yes, our sexual peaks were lining up quite nicely, thank you very much.

“But I’m talking about more than that, Jillian. For one, I love your passion for music because it’s mine as well. I love talking to you about it, experiencing it with you. I know lots of people like it, but you get it, and that means something to me.”

Lying there hand in hand, watching the stars, completely alone as if we were the only two people who mattered was a painful pleasure. It was both perfect and agonizing. As wonderful as it was in the moment, it was not realistic, and it couldn’t last.

“Do you know what I was doing the year you were born, Chase? I was at County Stadium seeing Paul McCartney. Doesn’t that feel weird to you?”

“No, I think it’s pretty cool.”

He broke our grasp and leaned over the rock, grabbing his guitar. The next thing I knew, “Maybe I’m Amazed” was filling the air. I sang along in my head, milking the feeling for all it was worth.

There was no fucking. No multiple orgasms. No making love. There was just being together, talking, and enjoying each other’s company.

And I was okay with that.

That’s not to say fucking, multiple orgasms, and making love were off the table. They were very much on, and often; I just couldn’t call it meaningless anymore. These get-togethers with Chase couldn’t be classified as strictly casual, and I acknowledged that to myself. I owned my feelings and because of that, I was able to keep them in check.

I was a grown woman with my own house and a successful business. I was fully independent and self-sufficient. I could certainly handle a little flutter of the heart.

What are you doing?

The text came as I lay in bed, the scent of him still strong. I hadn’t bothered to put on any clothes because the only thing I wanted against my skin was the remembrance of his body all over it.

Same thing I always do after you leave.

Think of me?

I smiled, running my hand over my stomach. He’d been over every night for the past seven days, but tonight was the earliest he’d left. I had an appointment in the morning that I needed to be awake for. All those nights Chase hadn’t technically slept over, but his departure times had gotten progressively later. We’d seemed to completely disregard the one- to two-hour slot windows.

It’s hard not to think of you when you’re dripping down my thighs.

I love that I’m still there with you. Put your fingers in your pussy and taste both of us together.

I did as he said, bringing my fingers to my mouth. I wanted him back in my bed. I wanted him beside me as I sucked them. I wanted him to spill inside me again so I could feel him leak out. I wanted….

I want to taste your cock as it glides over my tongue. I want more than your come filling my pussy. I want it shooting down my throat.

So many things I wanted tonight. I felt greedy, but in a good way. I couldn’t get enough of him. How had I not swallowed him down yet? It seemed impossible with all we’d done, but he was always so focused on me and having orgasms slam into you almost constantly was a little distracting.

Fuck, Jillian. You keep talking like that, you know I’m coming back over.

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