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I place my mouth on his cock and go down on him. He grunts, tugging on my hair as his hips buck upward. I’m so wet that I need him inside of me. As if he reads my mind, Jake scoots over, giving me room to straddle him. I hike my sweater dress up my legs, and he smirks.

“No panties? It’s almost as if you planned this.”

I carefully straddle my leg over his waist, the tip of him waiting outside of my wet entrance, then I slowly slide down on him until his thick cock fills me full.

“You’re so wet, darlin’.”

“Yes,” I sigh, not able to find the words. “I’ve wanted you since we left.”

I rock my hips forward. The windows fog as we greedily fuck like tomorrow will never come. My body adjusts to him, and I pick up my pace, grinding hard against him. His groans satisfy me in ways I can’t explain.

Jake pulls the front of my dress down, capturing my nipple in his mouth. He adds just enough pressure with his teeth as I bounce up and down on his dick that I feel a world of pleasure course through me.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good,” he groans out. “You’re mine, Claire.”

“Yes, yes, yes.” I slow my pace, placing my forehead against his. “I want to be yours.”

I need him, all of him, like I need air in my lungs and blood in my body.

I take him from the tip to the bottom of his shaft, and he bucks his hips upward, giving me more friction. The sounds releasing from my throat aren’t like any noises I’ve ever made. It’s unrecognizable, but so is the orgasm that’s begging to be released.

“I need more of you,” I growl. Not sure how that’s possible, considering he’s balls-deep inside of me, but it’s not enough. It’s never enough when it comes to him.

He smirks, places his finger in his mouth, then reaches around and slowly slides it into my ass.

“Fuck,” I hiss, throwing my head back, loving the pressure it added. It’s overwhelming, but in a good way, as I bounce up and down on him, but I keep up my assault, allowing him to press deep inside of me. Each time he hits my G-spot, my body convulses and my pussy clenches.

“Darlin’,” he whispers, and I know he’s just as close as I am. But I can’t say a single word as the orgasm takes hold, nearly pulling me under and drowning me. My entire body tenses and then releases as he pumps inside of me, his warmth filling me full.

I’m breathless and still so greedy for more. I’m addicted, and Jake is my drug of choice.

He wraps his arms around me, and I rest my head on his shoulder, trying to come down from the alternate reality we visited. Our hearts thump rapidly, and I think, This is the way it’s supposed to be. I crave him more than I crave success, because I know Jake Jolly leads to ultimate happiness.

“That was incredible,” he mutters, still breathless, as I close my eyes.

“I needed you so bad it almost hurt.”

“The feeling was mutual,” he assures me. “But we gotta get you cleaned up.”

I have the overwhelming urge to tell him how I feel, but I hold back my words, not wanting him to think the moonshine is making me emotional. I’ve already been through that with him once.

It’s not the booze… It’s him, and how he’s captured my heart.

I move off from him, and he opens the glove box, where there’s a stack of napkins, and we do the best we can with it. Just as I smooth my dress back down my body and Jake puts his penis of mass destruction away, there’s a knock on the fogged window.

I make a face, and so does he, but he rolls it down anyway.

“Jake. We need to talk.”

And that’s when I recognize the high-pitched voice.

CHAPTER 22

JAKE

I glance over at Claire, who is just as confused as me.

“Actually, no. I’m good.” I roll up the window, and Lacy knocks again.

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