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“Yes. Let me be your man, and I’ll figure it all out. We can fly back and forth to start with and see where it goes. Then we can figure out the next steps.”

“The next steps?”

“Yes.”

She swallows hard.

I push my forehead to hers. “Tell me you want me to be your man.”

“I want you to be my man,” she whispers so quietly I hardly hear her.

“Good. Tell me you’ll trust me to figure this out.”

“I’ll trust you to figure this out,” she breathes.

“Good.” I escape into the world I didn’t know existed before Quinn. Crushing my lips against her trembling ones, I hold her tight to me, wanting to savor every part of her, knowing it’s going to be hard with her so far away but having faith that whatever challenge is in front of us we can figure out.

I stand up with her in my arms, carry her into the bedroom, and lay her down. We quickly strip each other of our clothes, and when we’re naked, she takes a condom off the nightstand, rolls it over me, and I pull her on top, wrapping my arms around her, so her warm flesh melts into mine.

Quinn straddles me and sinks, engulfing me in her heat. I groan as she moans, and digging my fingertips into her hips, rocking her slowly on me.

She sits up, closing her eyes as she takes more of me, inch by inch.

I don’t know how I’m going to exist without her here, in my bed, every night. I already know it’s going to feel empty. She feeds my body, my heart, my soul in ways I can’t explain. I didn’t know what I was missing before her, and now I do. There’s no going back.

My beautiful doll rides me, shimmering against the dim light, her pert breasts slightly heaving, and her cheeks rosy with heat.

The sexiest woman on earth is mine.

“Oh...” she breaths, trembling into her first climax.

“That’s it, doll,” I tell her and bring my hand to the front of her, circling my thumb on her clit.

“Jamison,” she whimpers, her mouth forming the O I’m going to be dreaming about when she’s gone.

“Ride me however you want, doll,” I pant, stroking her faster.

“Oh God...oh...” she cries out, spasming on my cock and throbbing against my thumb, which I know is only the first of her highs as her eyes roll back into her head.

I bring my hand to her back to support her as she trembles through her orgasm then back down to her hips when she’s coming back down so I can thrust her faster on me.

“Come here,” I tell her.

She leans down, and I swaddle her in my arms, crushing my lips to hers as she moans in my mouth.

“This is real, don’t forget it,” I say into her lips.

“I know,” she whispers.

Her hips move faster on me, and her body clenches once more. “Oh God, Jamison,” she cries out and convulses harder than the first time.

“I got you, doll,” I murmur, thrusting into her harder.

“Oh...” She pushes her head in my neck, her warm breath panting.

I wish I could bottle her up and keep her like this.

Quinn unraveling is the most beautiful sight on earth. There’s no worry or anxiety on her face. There’s no hurt from whatever has happened in the past. It’s just her: raw, uninhibited, impulsive.

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