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“Let me love you forever, Quinn.” He tightens his arms around me.

“I want you, too,” I whisper, wishing everything could be easy and he could wholly be mine.

The inside of my body violently spasms, clutching him as if it knows that he isn’t entirely mine and desperate to keep him. “Jamison,” I cry out, spiraling in the safety of his arms.

“I got you, doll,” he murmurs as he always does, comforting me, reassuring me, loving me.

I ride him out through my high, and as I start to come down, he grabs my hips, pushing me faster on him, sliding into my G-spot, creating a new adrenaline rush so powerful, I’m humming against him, seeing stars.

His orgasm hits me like a hurricane, and I bury my face into his neck, not sure if he or I am crying louder or shaking harder.

We’re breathing hard, still holding each other tight, and he murmurs in my ear, “I have a surprise for you.”

I pull my face out of his neck. “What’s that?

He kisses me so deeply he starts to get hard in me again. Jamison groans.

I laugh. “I like your surprise.”

He chuckles. “That’s not it.” His lips press against mine some more. “I’m never going to get enough of you.”

“I don’t want you to.”

He pulls back and reaches for the covers. Pulling them back, he says, “Slide in.”

I slide under the covers, and he gets up and fumbles through his bag.

Why am I so wet?

Oh shit. We didn’t use a condom.

“Oh my God,” I cry out, putting my hands on my face.

His head snaps toward me. “What’s wrong?”

“The condom,” I say.

His eyes widen, and he rushes over to me. “Shit. Quinn, I didn’t even think about it.”

I hug my knees to my chest and push my head down. Tears start to fall down my face.

“Hey.” Jamison strokes my hair.

I pick my face up. “I’m not on the pill. I can’t take it.”

He pulls me into him. “Okay. It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. I could end up pregnant,” I sob.

Jamison holds me tighter. “Shh. You probably won’t, but if you were, we would figure it out.”

I jerk my head back. “Figure it out? Our child would be illegitimate.”

Jamison’s face reddens. “Why would you say such a thing?”

“Because it’s true.”

“Quinn—”

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