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“Makes sense,” she said, smiling.

She knelt beside him and handed him the condom. He barely had it on before she straddled him again.

“Riding a bike,” she repeated, reaching back to grab him.

“Riding a—” Mo groaned, and his eyes fluttered shut as she guided him inside.

Jess needed a second, too. She sighed as she settled onto him, before bringing his hands to her hips.

“Let’s go,” she breathed, not recognizing her own voice. She began to move, anchoring herself with both hands on his chest. Mo’s eyes were darker, his breath keeping time with each of her strokes. After a minute or two, he let go of one hip to cup and massage her breast.

“Yeah,” she breathed. He squeezed and began dragging his thumb back and forth across her nipple. Her pleasure doubled. She began riding faster and he blew a stream of air out of his pursed lips. She could feel the pressure building. Leaning back, she put a hand on his thigh to stay balanced. Her cries became more desperate when he began moving his hips to meet her thrusts.

“God yes, Mo,” she panted.

“That’s it, Jess,” he said through gritted teeth.

Hands on her hips again, he began bucking harder, faster to meet her.

“Mo,” she cried. “So close.”

“Don’t hold back,” he growled. “I can feel you.”

She leaned forward again, hands on his chest and broke, the orgasm exploding and tearing through her body. Her eyes rolled back, and her arms gave out. She fell into his chest. His arms wrapped around her, and she felt him kiss her head before he groaned long and deep and his hips stuttered a jerky rhythm.

Neither of them moved as they caught their breath. Then Mo slid a hand in her hair and ran his fingers down its length. She began drawing gentle circles on his skin. Closing her eyes, she focused on the rise and fall of his chest, the beating of his heart. She was in the perfect place, the frustration over the Ren Faires, even the almost ever-present pain in her body gone. She felt safe and free and as light as she did when she was with Cassie.

Maybe that’s the feeling Cassie wanted me to have.

“Are you okay?” Mo asked softly.

She lifted her head to look at him.

“I’m great,” she said.

“Me too. But are you sure it was enough?” he asked.

She didn’t quite follow. He looked like a worried little kid.

“Enough?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he said, his fingers still gliding through her hair. “You only came once, I think.”

“Only once?” she chuckled. “Please don’t tell me that you feel like you have to make a quota.”

He smiled.

“I want you to be satisfied,” he said.

“Oh, I am, Mo,” she said, resting her head against his chest again. “Very satisfied.”

Chapter Eighteen

Mo

Mo hated leaving Jess, but a client was coming in early for his car the next morning and if he didn’t sleep in his own bed, he’d be useless. He tucked away his smile again as he unlocked his front door. There wasn’t anything wrong with feeling a little bashful, a little happy. But he felt like his emotions would have him jittery and far too distracted if he couldn’t keep a rein on things. He looked into Maddie’s empty room quickly and went straight to his own for a shower. Climbing into bed, he realized that he hadn’t checked on his plants, but now he was too comfortable; he wasn’t getting out of bed. There was one thing that was still bugging him a little. He wasn’t 100 percent sure that Jess hadn’t accelerated things because she was in a bad place emotionally.

What if I did take advantage of her? Even just a little?

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