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Jameson brushes his lips over mine.

Gentle when he rarely is.

Sweet when I didn’t think it was possible.

A whiskey kiss that strikes a match to my heart.

“You okay?”

“Yes.” I kiss him deeper, and he starts to move.

He tucks his arms under my knees to curl my legs up, driving himself to the center of my being as I chase what’sbuilding with every roll of his hips. He buries his face in the side of my neck, kissing the path up and down it.

Maybe Jameson’s right—I’m a spark in the wind. Because my body is burning up with need as he forces me to take every hard inch.

Everybareinch.

“Jameson—” I pant, my eyes widening, “you’re not wearing a condom.”

“No, I’m not.” He lifts, pulling out almost all the way, watching where we connect as he slowly pushes back in. “I don’t have any at my house.”

“Why?”

This time, when he pulls almost all the way out, he pauses with just the tip inside me.

“Because I don’t fuck people here.” He thrusts in again.

But that’s exactly what he’s doing—fucking me here—in his bed.

Fucking me so hard I can barely breathe. Not stopping even if he’s aware of what he’s doing.

It’s reckless. Careless.

And I stupidly let him.

Jameson tilts his hips and finds a spot I didn’t know existed as he strikes me deeper. His cock pulses against it over and over. But right as I’m about to fall over the other side, he pulls out.

“No.” I grip the blanket in frustration. “I was about to come.”

“I know.” He smirks, grabbing my hips and spinning them in a windmill until I’m on all fours. He grabs my hips and thrusts in again, claiming me deeper from this angle.

“Are you going to try to stop me, wildfire?” He grabs my arms and pulls me up so I’m kneeling, forcing my back to arch. The stubble on his jaw scratches my neck when he kisses the path up it. “Or are you going to be a good girl and let me fill you with my cum?”

I already know my answer, and it’s terrifying.

“I’m yours.”

“Good girl.” He reaches down and circles his finger over my clit. “You feel so good squeezing my cock. I think this pussy was made for me.”

Jameson claims my body like he runs his club.

With all of him.

He widens his knees so he can fuck me deeper, stretching his palm over my stomach. We become one, from our breath to our heartbeats.

Tipping my head back against his chest, I reach up and pull him in for a kiss. I need the intimacy, to feel like this man can be contained, even for just a minute. That in my hands, I can hold him in place and make him feel less infinite.

We’re expanding.

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