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Emma

As I’m lying in my bed, I hear Jameson’s heavy steps on the front porch. I sit up. We have some serious stuff to hash out.

When he swings my bedroom door open, I cross my arms and cock my head.

“I didn’t know if you were going to show up here tonight,” I say.

He closes the door behind him. “And yet, here I am.”

“We have to figure out what to say to people,” I say firmly, pursing my lips. “Forest and Maia know. It’s only a matter of time before everyone else does too, and that includes Asher.”

Jameson shakes his head slowly. “I’m not interested in that.”

He comes over to the side of my bed. I feel as though I’m being stalked.

“What do you want from me, Jameson?” I ask, a little breathless.

“You know what I want.”

“No,” I say, and shake my head. “Jameson—”

He closes the distance between us with ease and grabs the bottom of my shirt. With a single hard tug, the snap buttons of my shirt fly open to reveal my bare breasts. I gasp into his mouth, but don’t resist. No, I like what he is doing too much for that.

“No bra, huh?” he says as he traces his tongue from my mouth to my jaw. “Looks like this is just what you wanted.”

“No, I—”

“Shh,” he says.

He hoists me up until my breasts are in his face. My hands rest on his shoulders as he took one of my pert nipples between his lips, sucking slowly. I cry out, feeling each pull of his mouth lower in my body, as though my breast and my clit are connected.

As he lowers me, he kisses his way up my neck to my lips. When he returns my feet to the floor, my head remains upturned, hungry for more.

“Take off your shorts.”

I begin to slide the shirt off my shoulders first.

“No, just the shorts. Keep the shirt and boots on. And take off your panties—if you’re wearing any.”

I look at him, slightly curious, but follow his directions. Jameson isn’t surprised to see that I wear nothing underneath the shorts. He sits down on the bed and pulls me close.

The lips of my labia are already swollen, slick with want. Jameson pulls me toward him and kisses my stomach. His fingers gently explore the flesh between my thighs. He dips his fingers into my pussy, causing me to gasp.

Then he withdraws, slowly sucking on those same fingers. “Sticky, sweet, and ready for me. What a good girl you are.”

Jameson trails his fingers back down to my pussy, slowly finger fucking me again. He looks me in the eyes as he does it, and when I start getting excited, he bites his lip.

“Look at this,” he says, and he shows me how wet his fingers are.

Slowly, he separated his thumb and middle finger. My wetness clings to his fingers, creating a thread. I blush and tuck my hair behind my ears.

I wish I had a little of the confidence I had at the beach, but Jameson doesn’t seem to mind my meekness.

“Here,” he says, and lies down on the bed. Jameson puts a pillow under his head. “Sit,” he says, and gestures to his mouth. “Right here.”

“Jameson, I—”

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