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“Just so you know, I’m coming for me, not you,” I informed him. Once that was out in the open, I allowed myself to uncoil. I could feel myself flutter around him, making things feel even tighter. My legs were trembling, my thighs shaking the most, as my heart kicked into high gear.

“Whatever makes you feel better,” he replied at the very last minute.

I so wanted to respond with a snarky comeback, to tell him how wrong he was, but he was right, so I’d be lying. It was like something shifted tonight, like this wasn’t just sex, but I didn’t want to think about that.

Shit. Maybe Red was right. Maybe I could keep things emotionless with sex because I didn’t have anything else with those guys.

But Red. . .

Red and I were. . .

Spending a lot of time together.

I couldn’t think straight any longer, couldn’t think about any of this because on my last rise up and back down, my orgasm took over, my pussy clamping down on his cock with an intense ferocity.

Before I closed my eyes, I watched Red’s face distort, his own orgasm slamming into him.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” I repeatedly shouted as a million bright stars took over my own vision.

It took what felt like an eternity for me to float back down to earth. Not even giving me a second to process one of the best orgasms of my life, Red spoke, his words making me wish I was still in that sky full of stars. “You’re so fucking special, Jade.”

He lifted his hand, going to touch my face again, but I stopped him.

I didn’t want to be rude—hold your surprise—so I gave him the best smile I could muster as I pushed it away. “We should get some sleep,” I said, rising up and off his cock.Before you say something else meaningful that has the ability to screw with my mind and make me forget what’s really going on.

“Jade?” he called after me, raising a brow. “You okay?”

Both of our arousals flowed out of me like I was a leaky faucet, the desire trickling down my inner legs.

The worst part about it? I actually felt the loss of him inside me. And not just because he made me feel so full but because he made me feel. Period.

Sometimes I felt less dead inside with Red. I felt more human, if that made sense, and that was risky.

I couldn’t take that risk, so I had to do what was right for me and distance myself.

“Yeah. All good. I’m just going to wash up and go downstairs. Just, um, don’t wait up for me, okay?”

I didn’t wait for him to answer, only walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind me, metaphorically shutting him out as well.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Reddington

“You might wantto take those out. We’re almost at the table.”

We were a few feet away from the long, farm-style table on the balcony of the hotel for the farewell brunch, but Jade still had earbuds in. She’d had them in since I’d opened my eyes this morning.

The most I’d gotten from her was a measly morning greeting.

She took them out and turned to put them in her purse. “I told you. I have some podcasts Maria asked me to listen to,” she said with a wad of gum in her mouth that I sincerely hoped she planned on getting rid of before we sat down. “They’re about the latest trend predictions based on market research.”

“I know you told me.” The last time I’d brought it up. If only she could take those things out and tune into the world around her.

She nodded and finally swallowed her gum. Thankfully. “Then you should know that just because I’m on this trip with you doesn’t mean I’m putting your career over mine.”

What I heard—just because we slept together doesn’t mean this is going anywhere besides back to the way things were before this fake shit started. Oh, and I’m still going to pretend nothing at all happened last night.

“I respect that, but I don’t want Sherrilyn or Mark getting the wrong idea.” That was the last thing I needed.

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