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“I...don’t...oh...” My eyes roll back in my head, and the army of flutters rolls through my belly as my cells all burst into a state of euphoric chaos.

I’m erupting against his mouth, digging my hands into his head as he yanks my body hard into his lips.

“Oh God!” I yell as I start to move into another orgasm before my first one has even ended.

The tidal waves of adrenaline hit me, crashing and rolling with speed. When he releases me, he quickly grabs a condom, rolls it on, and enters me before I’ve caught my breath.

“Oh...oh...” I breathe as my body encloses his length and girth.

“I love you, Quinn. Nothing has changed,” he murmurs as my orgasm enters my mouth from his tongue.

I wrap my legs around him tightly and thrust my hips up to match his downward movement.

My fingers dig into his back, the heel of my palm pressing into him forcefully.

He circles his cock, swiping hard, hitting my sweet spot, stretching my walls.

“Jamison,” I cry out.

“I love you.”

I whimper against him as I spasm, clutching his cock with increasing speed and pressure.

“That’s it. I got you, doll.”

I can’t focus my eyes. I pant and see whiteness and stars. A loud moan escapes me as I burst once again into the paradise of pleasure that no one except Jamison has ever given me.

“Nothing has changed,” he repeats, as he thrusts into me harder and faster, hitting my G-spot and sending me into multiple peaks of endorphins.

I don’t even know what I’m yelling out anymore. My body is like a pinball, pinging back and forth between one high to the next as Jamison tightens his embrace.

When he finally pumps hard, I convulse, and my toes curl from the bolt of fire surging up my legs and throughout me.

He collapses on me as our orgasms collide, and we bury our faces in each other’s necks.

My heart beats so hard against my chest cavity, I think it might pop. Sweat rolls off us.

Jamison smashes his lips to mine, kissing me as if there is no tomorrow, no other opportunity, no additional chance, and this is it. He puts his all into it, worshipping me, trying to claim me, on a mission to show me nothing has changed, and we are still meant to be together.

“Tell me you still love me, doll,” he says between kisses.

I don’t hesitate. It’s the truth. “I still love you, Jamison.”

He pushes his forehead to mine. “Tell me you haven’t given up on me and we can figure this out.”

I stare into his green eyes full of fear and love. “I haven’t given up on you, and we can figure this out,” I quietly say.

“Good. Whatever I need to do to make this up to you, I will.”

How will you do that if you can’t get divorced?

19

Quinn

Ignorance is bliss.Whoever said that was smart. They must have known heartache.

And heartache is all I feel.

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