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Then she felt him pulsing inside of her, his body dropping, his breath racing as much as hers.

“I only shouted your name once,” she said. “Does that count?”

“I might have a second round in me...in an hour. Damn, girl, I never saw that coming.”

“How many times do I have to tell you it’s right in front of your eyes?”

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CONFIDENCE HAD BEEN RESTORED

The beautiful woman sleeping next to him in bed wasn’t a dream.

Please don’t let it be a dream.

Jax mentally said it to himself a few more times the next morning while he stayed in the same position his body was in when his mind woke up.

He hadn’t even opened his eyes to look for fear it might not have been true.

How could something that felt so wonderfully draining not have been true though?

The burn on his back from her nails sure the hell felt real.

The same with the itchy hair on his face.

He took a deep breath, popped his eyes open, and saw a mint green wall. His was blue.

So far, so good.

He turned his head to the mass of brown hair spilling from Dillion’s pillow to his and let out a breath.

He was ninety-nine percent positive yesterday had actually happened, but there was that one percent that he was dreaming it again.

Like he’d been doing for a solid month.

The past week of dating had given him such vivid dreams that felt real.

Nothing like what he’d experienced.

He felt a little dumb thinking it wasn’t real, but it wasn’t the first time in his life he’d felt like an idiot when it came to a woman.

His eyes roamed over her. She was out cold on her stomach, one arm under her pillow, her hair half covering her face just like she’d been after she’d fallen asleep the second time they’d made love.

The first time was sex.

Raw, fast, and honest.

The second time he was prepared for what she liked. What turned her on.

What made her body squirm.

Yeah, all his confidence had been restored.

He quietly slid out of bed and found his clothes in a pile on the chair in the corner, scooped them up, and went to the bathroom.

He found a spare toothbrush and brushed his teeth while he turned the shower on to wake his ass up.

He wasn’t a fan of putting yesterday’s clothes on, but considering he’d showered and changed before he came here, and his clothes didn’t stay on long yesterday, it wasn’t all that horrible.

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