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Chapter Twenty-ThreeMontana

I’d dated Phillip Moon all through high school and then again after I’d graduated from college. I’d dated Brad Smith during college for a few years. Those were the two steady relationships that I’d had to date.

And I’d been having what I could only define as a long-lasting fling with Myles St. James over the last few months.

I’d had two long-term relationships in my life.

And I’d had one fling.

I didn’t differentiate between the two types of relationships based on feelings or intensity. I defined them strictly by the basic guidelines I’d always followed. A relationship was when two people were dating and had hopes of lasting forever.

Yet neither of my previous relationships had gone the distance.

A fling was when two people enjoyed one another’s company, or could also just enjoy some sexy time together, with no intention of it going anywhere.

This fling had been a complete surprise.

And what I hadn’t expected was for the fling to be the most intimate relationship I’d had to date.

I’d never felt this strongly about another person in my life.

This comfortable. This connected. This cherished.

It was confusing, and I didn’t understand what was happening between us, but I was terrified to question it.

The fire roared in front of us as I straddled him on the couch and my favorite Noah Kahan song played through the surround sound speakers. His eyes never left mine as I rode him slowly. We weren’t speaking or laughing or teasing one another. His hands were interlaced with mine, and I wanted to memorize every inch of his handsome face.

I arched my back and slid up. Over and over again.

My body so tuned to his it moved of its own volition.

I love you.

I wanted to say the words, but I was afraid to say them aloud.

Myles St. James was not supposed to be the love of my life.

Yet I’d never loved anyone more.

And loving a man I knew would never reciprocate those feelings felt like a cruel joke the universe was playing on me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, his voice gruff. “I love watching the way you take me all the way in, Montana. Like you were fucking made to ride my cock.”

I was.

His hand moved between us, knowing just what I needed.

My body responded immediately.

His eyes telling me exactly how he felt about me.

I moved faster.

I started to shake as a groan escaped my lips.

He tangled his hand in my hair and tugged me down, kissing me hard as I went right over the edge.

I cried out his name just as a guttural sound left his throat.

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