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A mischievous grin forms on her face and she bends down and flicks her tongue all over my balls, shaft, and cap before deep throating me a few times.

“Fuuuuuck,” I groan.

She trails her tongue up my body. By the time she gets to my neck, I’m convinced she’s the sexiest woman on earth, and precum is slipping out of my dick.

I pull her mouth to mine, urgently kissing her, cupping her butt and moving my hands down her thighs before positioning them on either side of my hips.

I grab a condom out of the nightstand while still kissing her, and she grabs it from me and rips it open with her teeth.

Where did this girl come from?

She slides it over my rod, and I groan.

“You’re pretty dirty from your ice cream,” she murmurs against my lips.

“Yeah?” I breathe.

“Mm-hmm.” She rolls her tongue around my mouth a few times, and all my nerves wake back up.

“What are you going to do about that?”

She leans into my ear. “I’m going to ride you dirty.”

6

Quinn

Visitinghours aren’t until noon, and neither Jamison nor I set the alarm. We spent most of the night having sex and talking. It’s after five in the morning by the time we fall asleep.

“Jamison,” Chase bellows.

I sit up in bed, startled, pulling the covers over my breasts and not sure what else to do.Oh no. This is not happening.

“Jamison, you—” Chase stops in the doorway to the bedroom.

Heat rises in my face.

Chase beams. “Good morning, Quinn.”

I want to die right now.

Jamison slowly wakes up. He moves his hand under the covers and rubs my thigh. “Ever heard of knocking?”

Chase chuckles. “Sorry, didn’t think you had company.”

Heat singes my cheeks. I glance between Jamison and Chase and slide under the covers so my head is hidden.

Jamison continues to rub my thigh. “You have five seconds to tell me why you’re here.”

“We’re leaving in an hour for the hospital. Unless you want to go separately?”

“I’ll shoot you a text in a few minutes.”

“All right.”

“Wait.”

Silence ensues. Jamison’s fingers creep closer to my sex, and I’m cursing myself because my lower body pulses, but I want to hit his hand away as well. I’m sure Chase can’t see it, but still.

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