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The sensation is overwhelming, hitting me all at once. It’s better than I ever imagined, better than that ridiculous dream I had back at my parents’ house. Ten times better.

My fingers thread through his hair as he starts to find a rhythm, and I can’t stop the stupid noises escaping me. I’m not usually this vocal. Every whimper that slips out feels embarrassing, but Jamie’s completely wrecking me. No one’s ever made me feel this good.

His tongue is driving me insane, and I can’t help but wonder—could I return the favor? Would I even know what I was doing? I’ve never thought about doing what Jamie’s doing right now, but the idea plants itself in my head.

Jamie lets out a deep moan around me, the sound vibrating through my thighs and shooting straight to my core.

I glance down, watching him. He’s completely in his element, clearly loving every second of this, and it only turns me on more. When his warm eyes flick up to meet mine for a brief moment, I can’t help but smile back at him, knowing I’m seconds away from losing it.

He knows it, too. His tongue grazes the tip, and that sly smile of his says it all.

And then, just as I’m teetering on the edge, he pulls away.

I frown, but it’s short-lived when I see him undressing.

Jamie’s bright eyes lock with mine as he pulls off his shirt, and I can’t take it anymore. I need him—I need to be inside him. God, please let him be okay with that. I need to make him mine, completely, desperately, obsessively.

I sit up, my hands trembling as I reach for Jamie’s waistband, pushing his fingers aside with a desperation I can’t hide. My heart pounds, my breath coming in shallow bursts as I get closer to everything I’ve been craving. Every moment has led to this, and just as I’m about to finally have him…

A loud, room-shaking knock echoes from the front door, cutting through the haze like a thunderclap.

Jamie freezes.

“What the fuck?!” he yells, his voice sharp with panic as he scrambles to pull his pants back up.

The knock comes again, harder, angrier, rattling the walls.

“What the hell…” I whisper, stunned, disappointment slamming into me like a tidal wave. My hands fumble to grab my clothes as the yelling starts.

“Open the door, you fucking asshole!” a woman’s muffled voice screams from outside, sharp and raw with fury,

My heart sinks into my stomach, my skin prickling with dread.

No way. No fucking way.

I look toward the door, my chest tight, my mind racing.

Chapter 12

The one where Jeff can’t make it right.

“Openthegoddamndoor,Jeff!”

The pounding shakes my entire apartment, the sound reverberating through the walls and cutting through the tension like a blade. Every ounce of pent-up lust drains from me in an instant. Whoever’s at the door just ruined everything—I was so close.

Fuck, I’m pissed. Livid.

“Who the hell is that?!” Jamie asks, his voice shaking as he scrambles off the bed, now fully clothed. His wide eyes meet mine, panic written all over his face. “You said… you said you hadn’t done anything with anyone...”

That look hits me like a punch to the gut. Does he really think I lied?

“Jamie, I swear. I didn’t. I haven’t done anything with anyone,” I say quickly, yanking on the rest of my clothes.

“Then who the fuck is that?!”

“I don’t fucking know, Jamie! Okay?!” My voice rises, frustration spilling out before I can stop it.

He stares at me like he doesn’t believe a word I’m saying, and it twists my stomach into knots.He doesn’t trust me.Jamie really doesn’t trust me. The realization cuts deep, sharp and cruel.

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