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He sucked in a breath, watching me. “What time do you have to work?”

“Ten. You?”

“Eight. So we’ve got three hours to kill.” Flipping me under him, he pressed me down with his weight. He was a big man, and I loved the feel of him over me. He kissed me while his hand roamed south, sliding into my panties and finding my wet center.

Forrest slid his cock into me, pumping like a wild man.“Did you miss me last night?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “Where did you go?”

“I got you a Chococat.” He drove in deeper, and I wrapped my legs around him, loving the connection.

“Sure,” I replied at the unbelievable thought.

I couldn’t think as my body tensed, preparing for the impending orgasm.

“You don’t believe me.” He smirked and pumped faster, deeper. “Let me show you all the things I’ll do for you.”

“Forrest!” The orgasm rippled through me, sending a wave of bliss that made me want to stay in bed forever.

He studied my face. “Do you believe me now?”

“It’s hard to think when you’re doing that.”

“Maybe this angle will help, baby.” He flipped me sideways and plunged deeper.

Two hours later—after a steamy shower that gave me another unforgettable orgasm and a quick haircut that made him appear sexier and more sophisticated—I got ready to head to the campground for my last FitFlex photo shoot.

“Howare you getting there?” he asked,dressed in a white crisp shirt with his sleeve rolled up to his elbows.

I loved his longer hair, but there was something about the clean-cut look on him that made him even sharper, more dangerous, like a blade that could cut through anything. It was my second time cutting a man’s hair. The first time was at a charity event. I’d learned the skill from a hair stylist.

“Bruno and Olivia arepicking me up,” I said.

He growled. “Why do you need Bruno?”

Bruno was the FitFlex organizer, so he could attend all the photo shoots if he wanted to. But Forrest wasn’t looking for any explanation. He was a man being possessive, and I was the woman who caused that.

My lips curved into a smirk. “Actually, he’s not.”

“Are you testing me?” His eyes flickered with heat.

“I just want to see your jealous face.” I patted his cheek. “Still very handsome.”

“That’s a dangerous game, Kiera.” He clasped my hand and looked me square in the eye. “I’m not a fan of any man who looks at you like he wants to strip you.”

“You’re the only one allowed to do that,” I assured him.

His eyes softened. “Be careful of your surroundings. Let me know when you get there and when you leave, okay?” He kissed my forehead.

“Okay.” This overprotective gesture stirred something deep within me.

Forrest opened a closet and pulled out a gift bag. “For you.”

I opened it and gaped at the four-inch-high plush. “You actually went out to get me Chococat? Are you crazy? It was so late at night.”

But the adorable plush warmed my heart. It was a good size that would look wonderful on my desk or in my car. I nuzzled it against my cheek, and he smiled.

“I’m crazy about you.”