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He groans at the feel, his hand moving to my ass to pull me in close so I can grind on him. A low moan builds in my throat, silenced by his lips as they continue to move with mine, testing me, pleasure building in my belly.

“God,” I whisper, hips bucking into him, his cock pressing right into my throbbing clit where I want him to touch me. All I can do is think about how badly I want Nate Donovan to make me come, how it’s been nearly a year since I’ve had his hands on my skin, and how no one has touched me since.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he groans, his lips drifting to my neck and sucking there. His hand on my ass pulls me into him rhythmically.

“Nate,” I whisper, all common sense and reality falling away as the throbbing heightens, as his hardness grinds into me.

My leg curls around him, pulling me closer to him before he shifts again until I’m on my back, his strong thigh between my legs, one hand holding himself up on the couch. His hand moves, sliding up, and he groans loudly before dipping a hand under my bra, cupping my small breast.

I’ve always been a bit self-conscious of my boobs, of how small they are—barely a handful—but I remember how much Nate liked them when we were together. The deep groan he lets out tells me he still does.

His fingers move, rolling along my nipple, and I moan, hips bucking to grind against the hard of his thigh. If I had any kind of shame right now, I’d be nervous about leaving a mark, but all I can think about right now is the pleasure folding in on itself, building and building.

“I’ve missed you so much, Jules,” Nate pants into my ear. His body moves in time with mine, helping me grind on his leg, mimicking fucking me in a way that shouldn’t be attractive but issomehow one of the hottest experiences of my life. “The way you feel, the way you sound. Fuck, the way you taste. It’s consumed me for a year.”

I groan, unable to keep up this kiss, instead panting as his lips move along my jawline, and the pleasure builds and?—

Then, without my permission, I should note, his hips slow, his hand stopping pressing on my ass to drive me forward.

“We should probably stop,” he whispers against my lips, his forehead pressed to mine. I pout, and he laughs. “You have an early morning and should probably get to bed.”

He’s right: I have an early class, and he’s been working all day, but even so, I can’t convince myself to move. I have no desire to do anything other than lay on this couch and kiss Nate, feel him…and maybe some more.All common sense has left my head.

“Yeah,” I whisper, but don’t move. “Or we could…”

He chuckles, the feeling vibrating through me and making my body melt further into his, pulling a groan from him.

“Jules, as much as I would love to fuck you right here on this couch, we’re not doing that. Not now, and surely not here.”

I pout, shifting my body to see if I could maybe convince him to change his mind. I’m past common sense, past reality.

He presses a kiss to my lips, a hard, quick one, before shifting my leg from his hip and standing before me on the couch, giving me a hand. In his gray sweats, I can see his hard cock jutting out, causing my belly to flip again.

“Come on, gorgeous. Let’s get you tucked in.”

“Will you do the tucking?” I ask with a smile.

He shakes his head, then reaches down, grabbing me and lifting me until I’m standing. He presses his lips to mine briefly before grabbing my hand and walking me to slip on shoes.

“No, I’ll be leaving you at your door because I can’t trust myself near a bed with you. And Jules? The next time I fuck you,I’m doing it when you can moan my name loud because no one else is home.” I bite my lip at his words, and he leans down once again, giving me a gentle kiss. “But if you agree to keep it PG tonight after I jack off in the shower, I’ll call you. We can talk all night if you want. I feel I’ve already fucked up pushing you too far, too fast.”

A rush of warmth runs through me, and I smile.

“Deal.”

Then he walks me to the cottage on shaky knees, giving me another chaste kiss before pushing me inside and waiting for me to close and lock the door behind me.

And when I do, letting out a small squeal of excitement, I hear his deep laugh as he walks back to his house.

Thirty minutes later, he calls me, and although we don’t stay on the phone all night, it’s well past midnight when I do finally fall asleep with a smile on my lips.

TWENTY-EIGHT

NATE

“We gotta talk, Dad,” Sophie says the next day as I make her lunch.

I look over my shoulder at her, raising an eyebrow at her stern tone, and see she’s glaring at me.

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