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“What if I want you in the parking garage at the hotel?” she asked. He growled around her fingers. “Right here in your front seat where anyone could see us. What if I can’t wait until we get to our room to have you inside me?”

She pulled her fingers from his mouth and gasped as he curled his fingers inside her pussy.

“You want people to see how badly you need my cock?” he asked.

She was on fire, her hips moving restlessly as he drove her towards orgasm with his clever fingers and his dirty words, but it was this—the idea of someone seeing them together, of not trying to hide how much she wanted him—that had her hovering on the edge.

“Yes,” she gasped.

“Me too,” he said, his thumb doing dangerous and wonderful things to her clit.

“I want everyone to know that I—” She broke off on a moan.

“That you what, Tess?” His voice was rough, like sandpaper on her skin.

“That I’m yours,” she said.

“Then come for me.”

Her hips shot up from the seat, driving his fingers deeper as the orgasm rolled through her. She rode his hand until her thighs stopped shaking, then she slumped down in her seat, his fingers still inside her.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he groaned.

“That’s one,” she said with a wicked grin.

He laughed. “That sounded like a challenge, princess.”

She shrugged, her breathing slowing. “Maybe it is.”

With a determined growl, he got back to work.

∞∞∞

Five.

The answer to how many times he could make her come with his fingers alone before they got to Boston was five.

Chapter 28

In the end, they skipped the tour of the city Jamie had planned to take her on. He hadn’t been able to wait even five minutes after checking into the hotel to get her naked, spread out on the bed for him. After burying his face between her thighs and licking her to an orgasm that left his chin wet with her arousal, they decided to order in room service rather than get dressed and leave the cocoon of their hotel room.

They ate bowls of clam chowder loaded with tiny oyster crackers and shared an overpriced lobster roll in bed, Tessa dressed only in Jamie’s shirt, him wearing nothing but his jeans. She snagged the last piece of lobster claw meat that had fallen onto the plate and popped it between her lips.

“What is that flavor? Tarragon and…?” she asked, licking the dressing from her fingers.

“Celery salt,” Jamie said, dragging the last bit of toasted bun through the bits of dressing that had remained on the plate.

“Hmm. I’m going to have to steal that.” She leaned against him in the giant bed, her bare feet teasing at the cuffs of his jeans.

Jamie set the empty dishes aside and pulled Tessa into his lap, his hands running up and down her thighs, just below the hem of his shirt. A thousand things thrummed through his mind—Every day could be like this. Stay with me. I think I’m falling in love with you. But what he said was, “You look good in my clothes.”

She grinned. “I’m glad you think so because I don’t plan on giving this shirt back.”

He laughed and leaned in to capture her lips.

“What was it like growing up here?” she asked.

“Somerville isn’t exactly Boston. It’s smaller. Quieter.”

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