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My clit is already sensitive, and he circles his thumb on it.

“Oh...” I widen my legs, bucking into his hand.

Within thirty seconds, he has me convulsing in his arms.

When I stop shaking, he throws the covers off us, grabs a condom from the nightstand, shoots a text message off then stands up with a full-on erection.

He reaches for my hand. “Let’s go, doll. I want to maximize my shower time with you.”

* * *

Jamison sneaksdown to my room for my suitcase. I get ready in his place. I’m putting on my eyeliner when he comes into the bathroom.

Leaning down, he kisses my forehead. “I’m going to make a smoothie for the road. Do you want one?”

“Sure.”

“Okay. I’ll meet you out in the kitchen.” He kisses my lips. “You are beautiful, by the way.”

“With eyeliner on only one eye?”

He grins. “Yep. See you out there.”

I continue to get ready, thinking about everything that has happened in the last twenty-four hours.

While I have zero experience with one-night stands, I have a feeling that this isn’t typical. I can’t help but wonder if this could lead somewhere.

But I live in Chicago, and he lives in New York.

Ugh.

Jamison has every quality I’ve ever wanted in a man. My infatuation with him before meeting him was all lust-driven, but now that I’ve gotten to know him, it’s different.

He’s kind, sweet, pays attention to me, and seems to always put me first. And unless he’s putting on a show, he appears to really like me.

It’s just my luck that we’re several states apart, and he’s the only man I’ve ever had mind-blowing sex with.

I finish getting ready and debate about what to do with my suitcase. I decide to leave it in his room in case Vivian is in the hallway. I don’t want her or anyone else to know what happened.

As much as I want to shut my mother’s voice in my head up, all I keep hearing is, “Don’t be easy, or you’ll never be anything more to a man than sex.”

It figures that the one man I choose to be easy with is the one man I want to be something more to.

Lost in thought, I turn the corner and run smack into Vivian.

“There you are.” She glances around. “Did you two have a fun time?”

I try to play dumb. “What are you talking about?”

She giggles. “Your suitcase isn’t in your room and your bed is perfectly made. There was no sign of you anywhere in that room. There’s only one place you could have been. Spill it.”

I put my hands over my face. “Please don’t say anything to anyone.”

“I won’t, but why do you look so embarrassed?”

“I just met him,” I whisper.

“Quinn. It isn’t 1950.” She sneezes, pulls a tissue out of her pocket, and blows her nose.

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