Page 58 of Jinxed Hearts

I whimper as every fucking sensation crashes over me, and I surrender to the moment.

“Dylan… yes… please… oh my God,” I gasp, exposing parts of myself I never knew existed.

His control snaps as he watches me come apart. He lets out a primal growl, and his release spills into his hand. It ruins me.

I bite my lip, holding back the moans threatening to escape me. My body shakes uncontrollably as I follow him over the edge.

He smirks, then presses a soft kiss to my temple. “Now imagine what it’d feel like if I touched you, if you had all of me inside you.”

I shove him playfully, and he falls back laughing, the sound warm and entirely too pleased with himself.

“Never with that laugh,” I tease, throwing him a box of Kleenex. “I’d be too focused on making fun of you.”

His grin widens as he zips his pants. “As long as you’re laughing, I’m totally cool with that. You deserve so much laughter… and many, many, many more orgasms.”

He takes my hand to help me up, his thumb brushing my knuckles. And I know he feels the electricity buzzing through us too.

But the second I put my dress back on, the bold woman who took over my body vanishes. “Dylan,” I start, my voice firmer. “I don’t know what we just did—or started—but it cannot happen again. Nothing happened, okay? I gave myself the best orgasm of my life, and you… you accidentally watched. Your stupid, handsome face and charm got the better of me, but no more,” I say.

“No more,” I repeat. “Do you hear me, Dylan?”

“Yes, ma’am. Loud and clear. No more life-changing orgasms.” His eyes flicker with amusement. “Only if you tell me the story behind your tattoo? Those birds…” His eyes trail across my chest. “It’s mesmerizing. Like you.”

I glance away, searching for my phone. “It’s a reminder.” My voice is shaky. “A promise I made a long time ago. Nothing you need to know.”

His dimples deepen. “So, extinct birds, like my laugh? Or fate—because you knew one day you’d meet a ridiculously hot guy with a bird laugh?”

“Wow. You’re smooth!” I chuckle.

“It worked, didn’t it?”

“Shit,” I mutter. Three missed calls and a text flashes on my screen.

Jacob: Jinx! REALLY? Did you forget about parent-teacher interviews tonight at 7:30????

“Jinx?” Dylan questions, reading over my shoulder. “Four question marks? Think he made his point.”

I sigh, reaching for my underwear on the floor. Dylan bends down with me, and our heads knock together.

“Sorry,” we both blurt out. Then at the same time, “Jinx.”

He rubs his forehead, grinning. “Seriously, why does your husband call you Jinx?”

Where do I begin? The broken arms? The kitchen fires? The past I’ve worked so hard to bury?

“I’m a klutz in case you haven’t noticed,” I say, flustered. “And I need to go.”

“I noticed.” He smiles. “And I love every single one of your adorable, clumsy moments. When we first met and you crashed into me… I knew I wanted more of you.” He hesitates. “You’re almost… the most perfect woman I’ve ever met.”

I pause, stunned.

“Dylan, I… I need to go.” I step back, bumping into the desk. But I can’t stop myself. “What makes mealmostperfect?”

His eyes darken. “You’re not mine.”

Chapter 21: The Messy In-Between

Jenna: December