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A question narrows his eyes. “If, and I hate to say his name after what we just did, butifOwen gives us his blessing, can you save yourself for me until then? I don’t want another man’s hands on you. Not ever.” His muscled jaw tics when he finishes speaking and clenches together as if in pain.

“Will you do the same for me? No more Verity?”

“Consider it done.”

“I don’t want anyone else but you.” My honest words spill from my lips easily.

“Fuck, you might actually be mine,” he mumbles as if he can’t believe any of this is happening… and he’s not the only one.

“You need to speak with Owen as soon as we get back.”

“I’ve already texted him asking to meet up.”

I goofily smile at him. “It’s gonna work out, right?”

“I fucking hope so, or we both die lonely deaths, and that delicious body that was made for mine will go untouched.” He looks me up and down and rubs his towel-covered cock with the palm of his hand. “But you need to go and get ready. I have tickets for us for the Tate Modern. We are getting a private tour today, and afterward, a matinee showing ofHamilton.”

“We are?” I can’t contain my glee as my smile hurts my cheeks.

“Yes, now let me watch as you wiggle that beautiful ass across the room and go put on some of those sexy socks that make me hard for you.”

I step back, grab my clothes off the tiled floor, and skip away. “Good morning, Jacob.” I throw him a cheeky smile back over my shoulder before I slip from the room.

“It’s better than good.”

15

JACOB

“Thank you for an incredible day.” Skye tosses her backpack onto the passenger seat of her baby-pink Nissan Figaro car.

I slide her pink suitcase into the small trunk of her unique car, then close it before moving around to the driver’s side and opening the door for her.

“You’re a real gentleman, you know that?” Skye teases, wiggling her hips my way and fluttering her big blue eyes.

“C’mon, get in. It’s late and you need to get home.”

If she doesn’t, I might fling her over my shoulder and drag her to my bedroom, where I will keep her to myself for all eternity.

My sensibility almost snapped halfway through the day. The way she licked her strawberry ice cream seductively was enough to break even the strongest of men.

In between moments of caveman-level desire, I dreamed about walking hand in hand with her. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.

Today felt like the beginning of something new, but it’s a balance of emotions I’m struggling to juggle.

I’m not ashamed to admit I like that she’s aware of what she means to me now, but I’m petrified we won’t get a chance to explore what we possibly could be.

Sharing a bed with her last night, her flirting with me, the intimacy. It was my ultimate dream come true.

Then the shower this morning.

Fuck me, the shower this morning. That’s an image I will never forget.

Her body. Man, has she got the most incredible pair of tits. They fit her slight frame perfectly. The perfect size for my hands, too. Her nice round ass and that little pussy of hers is waxed just the way I like it, bare with a sliver of a landing strip.

Fuck-ing yum-my.

I’m never getting any work done this week if it goes anything like it did today. She’s constantly touched me, not inappropriately or anything. Just little gestures. Like when she laid her hand on my thigh as we watchedHamilton, squeezing it at the emotional scenes. The way she used my arm to balance herself as she threw her head back, laughing when I dropped my ice cream. She seems to like touching me.

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