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When she plants her hands and pushes back toward me, I slap her ass so hard, my palms sting.

Her body convulses around me, and the suction of her pussy releases me instantly.

I pull out and stroke myself as I come all over her back.

Breathing heavily, I fall to my back next to her.

She rests on her stomach, turning her face to look at mine.

Then she smiles.

“That was perfect. Thank you.”

Her politeness cracks me up.

“You’re welcome.”

I lean forward, kiss her lips, and then jump up to clean myself and get her a washcloth.

Once I’ve cleaned myself off her, we finally get ready and head out for a night on the town.

Just me and Ruby.

Alone.

Again.

I’m starting to become addicted to her.

Starting?

Ha.

Too late.

It’s already happened.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

RUBY

The day you decide you like someone is weird. Like, I know all these things about this person. Good, bad, silly, whatever, and suddenly my brain is like,well, I think we should see them naked and also let them see you naked.

And then your heart races or your palms get sweaty when you see them. Suddenly, you’re thinking of them the moment you wake up, throughout the day, and before you go to bed, constantly checking your phone to see if maybe, just maybe, they were thinking of you too.

What is the science behind this? How does this happen?

And how in the world did it happen with me and Declan?

As soon as my eyes open, my mind is a jumble of thoughts.

This trip has turned into one of the sexiest weekends I’ve ever had. I’ll never forget the things we have done in the room, but also, last night was insane.

Somehow, Declan scored us a dinner at Hell's Kitchen. Normally, it has a six-month wait-list, but he called right after someone canceled, so we got lucky. Then he purchased tickets to the Cirque show right outside the restaurant.

It was the best spontaneous date I’ve ever had.

I mean, really, the only spontaneous date I’ve ever had.

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