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“Yes.” Her breaths grow desperate, and when I think she might explode, she pulls her hand away. I lift a brow, watching her be the prettiest damn cock tease I’ve ever had the pleasure to see.

“God.” She smacks her pussy, and I watch her tight hole clench. “I want to come so bad right now,” she pants.

It takes every bit of willpower I have not to keep stroking myself. As she watches me, I guide my finger over the tip, and the precum glistens.

She rubs her fingers from her clit down into her pussy and back up again, allowing her hips to guide her. The moans that escape her nearly make me fucking crumble.

“Jake, fuck,” she growls, closing her eyes tight. “It feels good. And I’m so wet because I’m imagining it’s you.” Her red lips fall open as her fingers go deep inside, all the way to the knuckle. I love watching her work her pussy. I love seeing what she’s done to get herself off all of these years since no man has ever been able to do it for her—until she met me.

She keeps up her slow assault until she’s close again and stops. Her cunt clenches, her precum wet and glistening, as she grabs both nipples and tugs them hard. She growls, frustrated with herself, and I know she wants a release. The wet spot on my sheets, paired with her desperate pants, tells me as much. But I’m right there with her, teetering on edge. It’s almost too much to watch, and I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to hold back.

“Okay,” she sighs, as if she’s finally giving herself permission. And then, like someone opens the floodgates, she comes. I can’t stand there and watch and not touch her.

“Fuck the rules.” I climb on the bed, and she nods, giving me all the permission to give her what she wants. I place her legs on my shoulders, opening her wide, then fuck her perfect little pussy until she comes again.

We get lost in one another, and I look into her eyes, hearing her soft pants as we come down from our highs. She kisses me, and I can’t help but feel like this is a goodbye. Time is running out. But as I stare into her ocean-blue eyes, I push the thought away. I’m falling in love with her, and there’s nothing I can do to stop this.

An avalanche of emotions crashes down on me, and I try to push it away.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

“For what?” I ask, kissing the softness of her neck.

“For showing me what it could be like.”

“What it should be like,” I correct. “If you were mine…”

She places her finger over my lips. “I wish it was possible.”

Neither of us wants this to end.

CHAPTER 23

CLAIRE

“Almost ready?” Jake asks from the bathroom doorway as I finish blow-drying my hair, and I nod. It’s gotten to the point where I can’t look at him without feeling that electrical jolt throughout my body. Just a simple smirk has my heart fluttering.

I’m fucked, but I’m trying to make the best of it.

After I’ve put on some lip gloss and mascara, I meet him in the living room, where he’s holding Tinsel. He’s smiling, kissing her on the top of her head as she kneads in the air. It’s the cutest sight.

“Sorry, baby girl. I gotta go see Mawmaw,” he tells her. She groans and gives me a growl of a meow as she runs away. “Cranky ass.”

I chuckle, showing Jake my outfit. “How’s this?”

“Gorgeous, per usual.”

My cheeks heat. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of his compliments because they come from a place of sincerity.

“What if she doesn’t like me?” I ask.

“There isn’t one person in this town who doesn’t like you,” he reassures me as he puts on his boots.

“Uh, that’s not entirely true,” I tell him. “I’m certain I’m at the top of your ex’s shit list.”

“Who cares? I’m right there next to you.” He shrugs.

“About last night. Do you think…she watched us?”

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