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Jensen thrusts up into me once more, and I grip his shoulders, letting my nails sink into his toned muscles.

“Fuck, that feels so fucking good, baby. So fucking amazing.”

“So amazing,” I repeat.

“I’m so close, Princess. So close to giving your pussy what it needs.”

He thrusts up into me over and over as we both come together, moaning into each other’s mouths and then slowly coming down from the incredible high.

“Lie down for me. I need to clean you up.”

Lying back on the pillows, Jensen brings his hand to my apex and pushes any leaking cum back inside me. Leaning down from where he’s on his knees between my legs, he lifts me by the hips and swipes his tongue over me, lapping up my release.

Licking the last drops from his lips, a sexy smile pulls at them. “Some men use washcloths; I use my tongue.”

So fucking hot.

He lies on top of the covers next to me and pulls me into his chest. Tipping my chin up with his forefinger, we share a kiss that ricochets through me, making me dizzy.

Fucking Jensen Jones is one thing, having him slowly is another, but when he makes out with me like this? I’m powerless to hold back. I’m needy for him in every way I promised myself I would never be when it came to men.

Pulling back from our kiss, the back of his hand lightly strokes my face while his breath tickles my cheeks.

He looks like he wants to say something and takes a deep breath, steadying himself. “When I was in my early twenties, I was engaged to a girl named Lauren. We’d been childhood sweethearts for as long as I could remember. Her family was friends with mine. You get the picture.” Keeping his left arm wrapped around me, he rolls onto his back, his stomach muscles rippling.

I rest my head against his chest, my heart breaking for him. I knew there was something in his past. “You didn’t get married?”

Shaking his head, he blows out a humorless laugh. “No. She did, though, about six months later, to my former best friend.”

“Oh shit.”

“Yeah, shit. They’d been involved for a while.”

“When did you find out?”

He turns his head to look at me, and I’m not sure what I see in his eyes: hurt, fear, anger. None of those emotions fit as well as vulnerable. “At the altar.”

My heart rises into my throat. “She…she didn’t show up?”

“Humiliating, right?”

“I’m really sorry.”

“The thing is, I knew deep down that something wasn’t right. But I didn’t trust my gut. I played along with what I thought I should do. Follow the crowd, get married, have children, settle down.”

I nod but don’t speak, bringing my palm to his cheek.

“When Lauren left me, I made a conscious decision that I was done with relationships. I decided messing around with women was the best way to go. Don’t go in too deep, then you don’t have far to swim to the shore. It was also a great way to bury my feelings of rejection and mask the fact that I wasn’t enough for her. For years, my theory worked great.” He laughs softly and runs a hand through his hair.

“Until me?” I ask cautiously.

Smiling, he hauls me up so I’m straddling his hips. I look down to see his cock stir into life.

“Until you. You and your smart-ass mouth and brattiness came and blew me straight out of the water.Thenyou decide to go and date someone else, bring him to events like galas and wave him in my face. No matter what you did and how I fought them back, my feelings for you continued to grow. That night in Riley’s set the wheels of this train in motion.”

I think back to the annual charity gala for Zach’s foundation last summer. I took Tom with me. Guilt washes over me. Yes, I wanted Tom there, and no, I wasn’t using him; I was genuinely dating a man I liked. But I also knew it could and maybe even hoped it would bother Jensen—such a shitty thing to do.

I lean down and kiss his chest. “For what it’s worth, Lauren is an idiot.”