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“Nah, I’m good,” Theo mumbled, pushing me down onto the bed and discarding my dress. Dropping his jeans, he crawled onto the bed with me.

“Theoooooooo,” I groaned against his mouth when he kissed me, his finger circling my clit as I grabbed the bed sheets around me.

“Baby, I love it when you say my name like that.”

“I’m.Not—”

“Fucking me. I heard ya. So, stop bucking against me like that. You’re making it difficult to believe.”

Theo’s fingers tangled in my hair as he pulled it softly, commanding a moan from me before he returned his attention to my nipples. The time I had spent across the road from him doing this with countless women, and I’d been pleased that I wasn’t subject to his mind fucks.

Now I’m filled with jealousy.

“Stop thinking,” Theo said gruffly as I bit my lip.

I hated how he knew me so well.

“Unless it’s about me spreading your fucking legs—”

“No, it’s actually about how many women have been in this position before me,” I huffed back, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

“You jealous, Mami?”

Damn that fucking accent of his. Fuck off.

“No,” I lied as he chuckled.

“I’ve thought of youeveryfucking time, trust me.”

“Liar,” I whispered as I moved to my side, pulling him down with me. We gazed at each other as though for the first time.

Theo brushed my hair out of my eyes as he kissed me. “You are the beginning, middle, and the end. Do you understand? Fucking you is just the tip, no pun intended. I won’t lie to you, Han; you know me too well.”

I sighed, closing my eyes as I snuggled against him.

We’d been in this position before, but never quite likethis.

The fan in his room drifted over my body that was currently on fire from desire, my core still dripping from my previous orgasms from his touch.

“You’ll forget this tomorrow,” I announced sleepily as he kissed my forehead.

“Whatever makes you sleep easy, baby.”

6

HANNAH

Iwassocomfortable.

The intermittent fan that breezed over me cooled my body. The pillow was sumptuously soft, and I loved the way it smelt.

Of him.

My eyes flew open, taking in the familiar sight of his messy room. Cartons of orange juice on the side with––whoa––used condom wrappers.

My stomach churned as I slipped out of bed, stopping when I realized Theo had wrapped his hand tightly around my waist.

“Where are you going?” Theo mumbled, moving his head to my neck, kissing my shoulder softly.