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“That’s right, babe. Ride my cock. Show me how you like it.”

She started small, hesitant movements. Her beautiful body moved up and down on me, sinking lower with each move. I struggled to keep my eyes open and watch her. Sloane closed her eyes as I reached down to the spot we connected and rubbed my thumb over her. Her head fell back, and her breathing intensified as her movements found a steady rhythm lost in how my dick was making her feel.

“Oh my god,” she moaned. “I’m going to…”

“Yes, baby. Come for me.”

Her body tightened around me. She cried out, pushing me over the edge. I lost myself in her, grabbing her hips I thrust upward holding her in place. No control left to hold back. She was all I wanted. Not this fake relationship crap. This was real. I loved her and wanted to be with her.

Chapter Seventeen

Sloane

The knocking on the door seeped its way into my consciousness. Cocooned in the warmth of my blankets and the safety of Jonah’s arm draped over me. I wanted to ignore the pounding on my door.

“Who can get in the gate?” Jonah growled, the weight of his arm disappearing as he rolled onto his back.

“Lauren, Eden, and Adrian,” I groaned, rolling out of bed.

“Eden has a house key.”

“It’s Lauren,” I sighed, pulling on my robe. “We should have stayed at your place.”

“She’d have gone there next,” Jonah said, putting on pants. “I thought your secluded cabin would be more private than this.”

“Not with friends like ours.” I headed to the door before Lauren took a battering ram to it. But I found Camden on the other side of the door.

“I am so sorry about this,” he said. “But Lauren couldn’t get you on the phone.”

“Where is she?”

“She headed around back afraid something happened to you.”

“Did she see Jonah’s truck right there?” I nodded. “I’m perfectly safe.”

He grinned. “I tried to tell her, but, you know Lauren.”

“Sloane,” Lauren yelled.

I turned to see my friend’s face pressed to the glass of my new back door.

“What are you doing?” I called, rushing across the room. “Why are you even awake?” I pulled open the door.

“Kept getting sent straight to voicemail.” Lauren stomped in.

“My phone died at the party last night, and I plugged it in and went to sleep.”

Lauren stopped at the sight of Jonah on the couch with a blanket and pillow. I almost laughed.

“You made Jonah sleep on the couch?” Lauren cried. “What am I going to do with the two of you?”

“What was so important that you had to tell me now?” I asked, not wanting the conversation to be about last night with Jonah. Not even sure on how to define this, didn’t want to go over it with an audience. She’d finally lost her mind. I moved to the kitchen and retrieved the bag of coffee to brew a pot.

“You’ve been doxed,” she said.

“What?” I scooped coffee grounds into the machine.

“Some celebrity gossip blogger that goes by the name Smith Martinez posted a couple days ago that Julia Simmons had changed her name to Sloane Thompkins and is living in Hart Valley and that Jonah’s your boyfriend. Even has a picture taken of you and Jonah in his truck in the parking lot of Lou’s.”

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