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“It’s easy to say.”
“I know, and it’ll take time for you to see it’s true.”
He gives me a brief kiss before I rest my head on his shoulder. This feels right. The two of us together, watching a movie on the couch. It’s easy and effortless.
The movie keeps playing while Jack comments on how ridiculous the guy is. I try not to roll my eyes, but he keeps making me laugh.
“Seriously, if he can’t make a choice, how does he run a company?”
“I don’t know, how do you do it?”
Jack’s face scrunches up. “Hey, I’m not a millionaire with nothing standing in my way.”
“Yes, this is true.”
“Besides”—he wiggles his brows—“I got the girl. This dude hasn’t even gotten a kiss yet.”
I shake my head. “You’re a mess.”
“No, I’m lucky. I have the most beautiful woman naked on my couch and under my blankets so I can do this . . .” His hand moves, rubbing the side of my breast.
Warmth spreads through me as his fingertips move across my nipple. “We’ve had sex three times already, you can’t possibly want to do it again.”
Jack pushes me flat on my back. “Does it feel like I don’t?” He rocks his hips forward, and I can feel his erection through the blanket.
“I might need a better look.”
He tears away the blanket between us, leaving no question as to exactly what he wants. “What do you think now?”
I grip his cock in my hand. “I think you should show me.”
And he does—again.
Chapter 19
Stella
“Thank you, Winnie,” I say as I hug my best friend. She’s saving my butt.
Tonight, Jack is taking me on a date. A real one, but the instructions he sent are a little worrisome.
“I have no idea what the hell you need this for.” Winnie hands me her backpack and a rain jacket.
“Me either.”
She laughs. “You know this is usually gear you bring when you go on a hike.”
I already thought of that, but Jack wouldn’t be that stupid, right?
“I’m pretty sure he’s just bringing me somewhere and is concerned I might get dirty so he’s taking precautions,” I say while opening the box of hiking boots I bought yesterday, per his instructions.
Winnie leans against the doorjamb and grins. “Yeah, that sounds like Jack—worried about you getting in the mud. He told you to bring hiking boots, which you didn’t even have and needed to buy.” She looks down at the box. “Are those heels?”
“They’re cute, right?”
I lift one shoe out and marvel at it. It was the only fashionable pair of boots they had. They are fur-lined with thick laces that go up around the calf, but the heels make them look more like regular boots than hiking shoes.
Winnie bursts out laughing. “Stella, you bought heels! To hike!”
