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Then, on the next thrust, I felt my whole body constrict. I was going to come. “Jamie,” I cried, gripping the table edges. “I’m going to come.”

“Yes, baby.”

Smack.

“Come on my dick.”

So I did. I came with my whole body—a shuddering, melting, skyrocketing explosion of pleasure I’d never known.

He let out a tight grunt then and stiffened, and I knew he was coming, too. I knew he was pumping me full of his cum and that I would do exactly what he said when we walked out of here. I’d feel his hot wetness on my thighs, knowing he’d staked his claim on me.

* * *

The drive out of Maine was quiet. None of the three of us spoke for a good hour as the weather worsened.

When I looked back at Sam, his face was contorted in guilt.

“You doing okay back there?” I asked.

He nodded. Then said, “Sarah, I’m so sorry. Jamie—”

“No,” Jamie said. It was the same as when he first got in. Jamie told him he had nothing to be sorry for, and so did I. Sam still couldn’t get over it.

But I put a hand on Jamie’s arm. “Sam, listen to me. You’re a good one, okay? Neither of us thinks any differently. We’re the ones who didn’t set the best example at the conference.”

He shook his head. “I don’t care about any of that. Hell, you guys showed me you can be crazy successful and have a good time, too.”

I laughed, even as heat flooded my cheeks.

“Oh,” I said, turning around once more a moment later. “I forgot to tell you. I know one of the teachers in the electrical program at Greenville College. At least, I know someone who’s pretty sure they’re filling a vacancy there.”

“And I know the dean,” Jamie grumbled, cranking the wipers up to high as snow flicked across the glass.

“Great,” Sam said. “Maybe you can introduce me? Electrical’s pretty cool.”

“Oh, you’ve already met,” I said. I pulled down the sun visor mirror and flicked an imaginary speck out of my eye. I met Sam’s gaze. “Ellie James?”

Sam’s eyeballs practically popped out of his head. “Wait… Ellie’s going to be teaching electrical at our college? I thought she lived—”

“She’s moving. If she gets the offer.”

“She’ll get the offer,” Jamie said.

I learned from Ellie that she’d done some research this morning—after waking up next to a man ten years her junior. I was pretty sure she didn’t know Sam was looking at going back to school, or that I’d just nudged him in the direction of the courses she’d likely be teaching, and she wouldn’t be happy about it, either. But I’d seen the way they looked at each other at the social. I hadn’t seen her light up like that in as long as I knew her.

Maybe if I didn’t get my happy ending, she’d have a chance.

* * *

After another two hours of driving—and two hours of true crime podcasts, in which Jamie had to grasp my hand at the scariest parts, not for me, but for him—he pulled his truck into the driveway of the Four Winds B&B in Tollier, New Hampshire.

“I don’t like this,” Jamie said as the wind whipped snow around us. He pulled my bags out of his truck and insisted on dropping them off inside for me after I’d gotten the key from the owner. The woman had been shocked I’d made my reservation, given the weather.

“What, the aptness of the name?”

Even in a near-blizzard, I could see Jamie’s scowl.

I grinned, even though my heart ached.

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