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He pushes his head to mine. Through the darkness, I see his green eyes, drilling into mine, looking for my acceptance, pleading for my commitment. “I’m yours, and you’re mine.”

“Yes,” I cry out. It’s true. No matter what I do to try and figure things out and make sense of it all, the one clear thing is that I am Jamison’s, and I only want him to be mine.

A bead of sweat drips down his cheek.

“I need you, doll.”

“I need you.”

“I’ll give you everything I have. Move to New York,” he pants out while thrusting into me harder.

Another orgasm hits me, and my mouth forms into a permanent O as I gasp for breath.

“Tell me you’ll move,” he commands.

But I can’t think. I can’t talk. All I can do is groan as my eyes roll and I see stars from the surge of endorphins.

“Fuuuuuck!” he calls out as he pumps hard into me, pushing me into another high.

I’m so spent, my limbs are limp. I’m held up by the wall and him, and my face is buried in his neck.

He stops thrusting and doesn’t move as my insides continue to quiver around him. Our chests heave together. When he finally steps back, I release my legs from him.

“You okay to stand, doll?”

“Yes.”

“Move to New York. Whatever I have is yours. Come back with me on Sunday.”

I sigh. “I can’t. I need more time.”

Disappointment and pain flood his face.

“I’m sorry.”

He nods. “I am, too. Let’s get back before the others question where we are.”

22

Jamison

The car pulls upin front of Quinn’s building.

“I’ll walk you up,” I tell her.

“I’m okay,” she giggles and crawls over my lap. We’ve all been drinking pretty heavy, more than usual, and it’s after two in the morning.

I look at Piper and Noah. “You guys go. I’ll grab a cab back.”

“We can wait,” Piper says.

I look at Noah. “I think I need some air. Go back without me. I’ve got your penthouse code.”

Noah nods, catching my drift. “Sounds good.”

Quinn is trying to keep us under wraps, but the guys aren’t stupid. They know something is going on. I’m pretty sure Piper and Charlotte do as well, but they haven’t said anything to me. I don’t say anything to Quinn. I don’t want her worrying any more than she already is.

“I’m fine,” she giggles again. “I’ll see you all later.” She puts her finger on my nose seductively before reaching for the car door.

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