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Then he brings me forward, positions me over his cock, and then I’m sliding down, taking him in and…Oh. My. God.

Nothing regrettable about this.

This is so good.

He’s definitely bigger than any of the men I’ve been with before. Definitely bigger than my vibrators. And I’m almost immediately ruined for anything else ever again.

“Jefferson,” I moan as I still, just adjusting.

“Jesus, Harlow,” he says. It sounds like he’s talking through gritted teeth. “You’re so fucking good.”

I nod. “Yeah. This is…so good.”

And we haven’t even started moving yet.

“Okay, brat, move this gorgeous body.” He squeezes my hips.

“I have to do the work?” I ask, lifting and lowering myself.

He gives a low growl that tightens my nipples and my pussy. God, I love affecting him.

Then he grips my hips tighter and moves me. “I’ll help. But I’m already up one orgasm.”

“Oh, we’re keeping track of who gives who the most orgasms?”

He gives me a grin that makes me as hot as his huge cock or his growly voice. “Of course we are.”

I laugh. Of course we are.

So I start moving, and he keeps moving me, and the truck gets very hot, and there are lots of growls and moans and yes, and fuck, and Jefferson, and Harlow, and then I come very hard, just before he shouts and presses me down firmly against him and comes just as hard.

Then he holds me against his chest for nearly ten minutes, stroking my hair and my back. I breathe so easy with my cheek pressed over his heart.

And I realize that I hope this “competition” between us never ends.

I hope none of our little competitions and games and arguments ever end.

And once we get back to his house, I manage to even up the score.

Of course, I do.

We wake up the next morning three to three.

CHAPTER 21

JEFFERSON

Waking up with a naked woman in my arms is never a bad thing. But I am amazed at how much better it is when that naked woman is Harlow Hansen.

I lie wrapped around her, my hand splayed over her stomach, breathing in the scent of her hair, absorbing the feel of her soft, warm body against mine, and replaying last night for several long minutes.

It’s about fucking time.

Worth the wait.

Those are the two things that keep going through my mind. Everything about last night felt like we had been building toward that for years. Not just the last few days, but at least since we’ve been working together with Alex, and I truly think long before that.

I take a deep breath and nuzzle my face against her neck.

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