Page 27 of More than Paper

This is so embarrassing.

“This isn’t anyone’s business unless Quinn decides it is,” Jamison says.

“Noted. Mum’s the word. I’ll watch for your text.”

I stay under the covers as the main door to the apartment clicks shut.

Jamison puts his head under the sheet, kissing my thigh, stomach, breast, and finally, giving me a peck on the mouth. “Don’t freak out.”

“I’m going to die of embarrassment now.”

“I’m not embarrassed.”

“Yeah. You’re a guy.”

“I don’t think that should matter.”

“Our friends are in the hospital, and we just met.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to have any regrets from last night.”

“I don’t,” I quickly say.

“No?”

I cup his face in my hands. “No.”

“Good. I like you.”

“I like you, too.”

“No, I mean really like you.”

“You do?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Feeling is mutual.”

He kisses me again, this time with heat and passion. Between kisses, he murmurs, “What should I tell Chase? Are we going with them or separate?”

I wrap my arms around him. “We probably should go with them.”

“Says who?” He moves his hand right near my already dripping sex.

“We might stay in bed all day if we don’t go with them.”

“That would make us bad friends, huh?” He slips his tongue around my mouth.

“Mm-hmm. I have to shower.”

“Me, too. How much time do you need after your shower, to be ready?”

His dexterous fingers shimmy across my slit. I gasp as he sticks two fingers in me. “T-twenty minutes?”

“Perfect. Let’s go shower, and I’ll make sure you have twenty minutes.”

“Okay,” I breathlessly tell him.

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