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Oh. That’s good. He rakes his hand through his hair, messing it up. It looks so hot like that. I want to touch his hair so badly.

“Fuck,” he mutters again, gritting his teeth. “You’re so fucking hot, Pippa. Can’t wait to see you come for me.”

I nod in desperation, gripping my duvet with my free hand. The heat and pressure build, and pleasure is surging through my body.

Zach pops into my head. I flinch, pushing the image away, but I can’t. I picture us in bed, him getting impatient with me.

I’m full-body cringing, and the ache between my legs fades.

No. No, no, no. Not now. Ihadthis. I close my eyes, chasing that feeling from a second ago.

Jamie’s voice is low, brow furrowed. “What’s going on?”

I shake my head. “I don’t know.”

Embarrassment, shame, and regret whirlpool inside me. This was a huge fucking mistake. I can’t believe I thought I could go from sexually broken to basically having an orgasm on display.

Who the fuck do I think I am?

My face is going red, and suddenly, I’m too naked, too exposed. I lift the toy away; it isn’t doing anything, anyway. My legs snap together.

“This isn’t working.” My voice is wobbly. I close my eyes and pull my legs in. I just want to hide. God. How am I ever going to face him again? “I’m sorry. It’s taking too long and I’m cold and—” I shake my head. “Sorry.”

I’m humiliated. This is going to make things awkward between us.

Jamie sits beside me on the bed, watching my face. His jaw still clenches but his eyes are watchful, and maybe a little worried.

“I’m sorry,” I say again.

“Stop apologizing.” He reaches to tuck a lock of hair behind my ear, and my heart tugs with the intimacy of it.

I really wanted to do this. It felt fun and sexy and dangerous.

“You’re too in your head.” His eyes search mine.

“I don’t know how to get out,” I admit.

His gaze drops to my mouth, and his eyes darken again. He drags a breath in and lets it out slow. “I have an idea.”

CHAPTER36

PIPPA

Jamie pullshis shirt over his head, and I’m assaulted with a fantastic view of his rippling torso. Muscles upon muscles. Rounded, toned shoulders. Defined pecs. Stacked abs. They dance and jump as he yanks his pants off, and that warm, tight feeling between my legs pulses once again.

Oh. There it is.

“What are you—” I start.

“We’re trying something new. Stand for me.”

I slip off the bed as he throws the duvet back and takes my spot. His legs fall wide before he gestures for me to sit between them. There’s something so attractive about his tight black boxers. Maybe it’s the outline of his cock against the fabric, straining.

“Come here, Pippa.”

I shiver at his tone, loaded with tension and heat, but I do as he says, settling between his legs. His erection presses into my backside, and there’s a spark of heat between my legs.

The second I settle back against him, I sigh with pleasure. He’s sowarm. He pulls the duvet over us, covering me.

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