Page 124 of Behind the Net

It’s never been like this before.

“Pippa,” Jamie grits out, and it seems like he’s losing control. “I need you so bad. I’ve always needed you.”

The expanding base of pleasure spreads, and I’m close. I’m so fucking close.

His eyes glaze but he won’t take his piercing gaze off me. “You think you can come again?”

I don’t have the capacity to saygod yes,so I just jerk a nod, and his hand drifts between us, stroking my clit while he watches my reaction. So watchful, this guy, in every aspect of his life. So careful with me.

A fresh wave of arousal floods between us, and as he touches my clit in that perfect fucking way of his, so soft and fast, my muscles tighten around his thick cock.

“I’m almost there,” I manage as my back starts to arch.

“Yes,” Jamie urges me with a wrinkle of focus between his brows. I’m still climbing, the pleasure is still rising, and I feel suspended. Jamie’s thrusts are turning erratic. “You’re there. I know you are. Show me. Need to see it.”

My body pulls taut as the intense waves start, radiating out from where Jamie drives into me. My pussy spasms, gripping him like a fist, and my legs shake around his waist as pressure bursts low in my belly. I hear a high moan, gasping, Jamie’s name, and I realize it’s me. I’m falling, clutching his hard chest and shoulders as I come, repeating his name over and over again as I tear apart at the seams. I’m vaguely aware of the fire in his eyes as he watches me lose my mind, the pleased, dark look in his eyes as I shatter around him.

Later, I’m going to write a song about this moment—being so connected to someone, feeling like nothing exists but me and Jamie.

His expression turns agonized, incredulous, and pained, and I feel him swell inside me.

“Fuuuuck.” He buries his face in my neck. “I’m going to come so fucking hard.”

I reach up and lightly scrape my nails down his back. The pleasure has peaked inside me but I’m still shaking, still riding it out as his hips rock against mine.

“Coming.” His voice is thick as he pounds into me, and I memorize the moment when Jamie Streicher gives himself over to me completely. He groans, fucking me so hard my breasts bounce, until his thrusts slow and his breathing turns deeper.

Nothing has ever felt so real and right.

“Holy fuck, Pippa.” His mouth is against my neck, breathing me in, and I trail soft lines up and down his chest, his arms, his back.

He presses a kiss to my cheekbone, and I’m floating.

His mouth meets mine, and we smile against each other’s lips.

I can’t believe I ever thought I couldn’t have this.

CHAPTER60

JAMIE

Two daysafter Pippa rearranged my entire state of consciousness, I approach the lunch spot where I’m meeting Erin.

“Mr. Streicher,” the doorman says, opening the door, and I give him a nod hello.

To my total fucking shock, Erin was actually willing to talk to me. Thankfully, she’s in town, and her show is on hiatus. The restaurant where I booked a table is known for being discreet and private, so we won’t be bothered, even if we are recognized. The last thing I need is photos of us surfacing and rumors circulating. What Pippa and I have is still forming, and I don’t want to cause problems early on.

Pippa. My chest eases the second I think of her.

My pretty songbird. My strong, beautiful, brave Pippa, who sings on stage when she’s terrified and gets back on the ice.

Now that I have her, losing her isn’t an option. I won’t fuck this up.

The hostess leads me to the table, and Erin’s already sitting there, texting. Her face has filled out, her hair is shorter, and her skin glows. My heart squeezes. I don’t love Erin, but it’s nice to see an old friend, even if I did hurt her.

And then the guilt hits again.

“Erin.”

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