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So he did read the last one.

I bite my lip.

“You don’t believe me, do you?”

I wince.

“Quinn, I’m not telling you that to make you feel good. I wouldn’t lie to you. You’re the real deal.”

I’ve always had a hard time accepting compliments, but I quietly say, “Thanks.”

“You want me to change the subject, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“Say no more.” He leans in, slowly exploring my mouth, and my happiness meter shoots through the roof. I straddle him, and my dress bunches up. My knees are on both sides of his hips, touching the back of the seat, and the only thing between his growing erection and my sex that is grinding against him is his thin suit pants and my even thinner underwear.

A deep, throaty groan escapes his lips.

“I’ve never done it in a car before. I think we should,” I whisper against his lips and pull to release his tie.

He groans again and pulls his wallet out while still kissing me, and I unbuckle his belt and release his pants. He pops his hips up, and we both shove his pants down. “It’ll have to be quick.”

“I can be quick. Can you?”

“I can be whatever you need, doll.”

In a swift move, I pull my underwear to the side and slide onto him, for the first time ever taking all of him in right away.

I whimper in his arms, and sit still, as my body adjusts to his length and girth.

“Okay, doll?” he murmurs against my ear.

“Mm-hmm.”

He kisses my jawline, and I begin to rock my hips on him.

“Oh...yes...ride me like that.”

“Like this?” I circle my hips slightly faster on him.

“Yeah, doll,” his low gravelly voice tells me.

How can he always feel so good?

He laces his hand through my hair and locks his lips to mine, as toe-curling tingles of warning roll through every inch, every cell, every atom that I possess.

His warm breath travels to my neck. His lips suck on my flesh. Clasping me tighter, his hands move my hips faster.

He is heaven. This has to be what heaven feels like.

It’s as if our bodies were created to be together; fluidly grinding and gliding, perfectly pulsing and pressing, masterfully tasting and teasing.

The tide of heat crashes throughout my body, gripping and pulling me at the same time into a spasming high of euphoria.

“Jamison,” I cry out, and he moves me even faster.

I dig my fingers into his shoulders while my body convulses against his.

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