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Jamison chuckles. “Thirsty?”

“Mm-hmm.” I down the rest.

“Quinn, is something wrong?”

“Everything is great. Should we go find the others?”

He hesitates but then says, “Sure.” Popping his arm out so I can hold it, he escorts me to the table where everyone has taken a seat. He pulls out my chair so I can sit.

Our bodies are like puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly.How often do you find the perfect match?

All the guys I dated before Jamison were puzzle pieces that just didn’t fit. But we fit together.

I should just be grateful I found someone who loves me the way he does, who I love back just as much. The other stuff doesn’t matter.

Jamison has his arm around me, and I put my hand on his thigh and sink into him further. He kisses the top of my head and winks.

Everything about Jamison makes me feel safe and loved.Isn’t that the most important thing?

The night progresses. We eat dinner, and Vivian makes her speech. After all the awards are presented, Vivian and Chase come over to our table and hang out with us.

Music starts. “I think it’s time we dance, doll,” Jamison says in my ear.

He guides me to the dance floor. As he holds me close, I melt into him, knowing we were meant to love each other.

I’m just going to have to make some major sacrifices.

It gets late, and everyone has left besides Noah and Piper. “Ready to get out of here?” Jamison murmurs in my ear.

“Yes.”

We say goodbye to Noah and Piper, and, as soon as we get in the car, Jamison’s lips are on mine. “I’ve been dying to kiss you all night.”

I pull back from the kiss and cup his face. “I love you.”

He brushes the hair that frames my face behind my ear. His green eyes drill into mine. “You’re my life, Quinn.”

I blink back tears and push any thought of anything except him and his love for me out of my mind. We make out the entire way to my place and all the way into my bedroom.

He turns me and unzips my dress, caressing my shoulders and neck with his lips and warm breath. “I want it all with you, doll.”

All. I want it all. And I want it with him.

“Yes,” I whisper and blink back tears, knowing we really can’t.

He turns me into him. I push his shirt off him then release his pants as his tongue explores my mouth, stealing my breath.

We are unclothed, our warm flesh pressing together, limbs wrapping around the other’s body, whispering our love and adoration.

Jamison sits on the edge of the bed, and I straddle him, digging my knees into the mattress, sinking onto him entirely. I whimper from his fullness pushing against my walls.

“You always feel perfect, doll.” He holds me so close, stroking my back as I roll my hips against him, moaning in his mouth.

My puckered nipples shimmy against the soft hairs of his chest. Tremors roll from my toes, up to my calves, thighs, torso, and into my head.

“Oh...” I breath as my lip shakes against his cheek.

The sexy raw scent of his skin flares in my nostrils.

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