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Our mouths part, and she whispers, “Your turn, Josh.” And I flip us over again and, with one last thrust, come like my entire soul is emptying into her.

Collapsing down, I burrow my face against her neck. That was the best first fuck I’ve ever had. I immediately want to do it again, exploring every possible way to make her come.

Brushing my lips against hers, I catch her eyes, wanting to see how she’s doing.

Her expression is sleepy, her skin flushed, her body relaxed.

I clear my throat. “You okay, sweetheart?”

She smiles, and the affection beaming back at me pierces something under my sternum. “Yes.”

I can’t help it, I reach around her and squeeze her tight, hugging her desperately, my cock still inside her. “You’re amazing. This was amazing,” I whisper, and she responds by kissing me back.

The jingle of a dog collar gets our attention, and we both look to the door. Chauncey stands there with a look on his face like, Whatcha doin’?

And we both burst out laughing.





12





Evie





My bones feel like jelly as I tiptoe to the bathroom. Glancing over my shoulder, I can make out Josh’s muscular body taking up half of the bed in the quiet morning light, and the sight of him makes everything in me shiver. Is it wrong that I’m thrilled he slept over?

Calm your tits, Evie. Last night wasn’t a marriage proposal.

Speaking of proposals, that reminds me of Tiffany, which is enough to pop my morning-after sex-fest high.

With a sigh, I sneak into the bathroom and close the door.

When I sit on the toilet, my whole body aches. My girlie parts are deliciously sore. We went at it hard last night, but Jesus, he’s good in bed. I don’t remember ever coming like that once with a man, much less multiple times.

While everything in me fought against listening to him when he showed up on my doorstep, ultimately, I believe his explanation. I grew up in this city and understand exactly what he meant about his family presenting a certain fa?ade to the public. The Cartwrights have that on lockdown. And as far as I can tell, Josh has only been honest with me. I think I was too jacked up on jealousy and wine to think clearly.

But he nearly banged down my door, trying to explain.

I smile and let the giddiness that bubbled up in me as I rolled out of bed take over. And that feeling has me wrapped in a state of euphoria until I wash my hands, glance in the mirror, and almost scream in horror at the raccoon eyes staring back.

Quickly, I wash off last night’s makeup and brush my teeth. Once I wipe away the mascara, I finally get a good look at myself. My cheeks are flushed, and my eyes look a little glazed. Is that from the great sex or the orgasms? Or just from rolling around naked for a few hours with Josh? Because sign me up for more. Sex with this man even cured me of my headache.

When I get back to my bedroom, I replay Kendall’s advice to play it cool, but it’s hard when I’m staring at the sex god in my bed. He has one arm tucked under his head that rests on a pillow as he sleeps on his side, and my sheets are draped across his waist, leaving his glorious chest and abs on display.

Is Josh Cartwright the universe’s way of giving me a high five after years of giving me the finger? Part of me worries I’m still dreaming.

Reaching into my dresser, I slip on a T-shirt, feeling self-conscious now that morning light is streaming through my windows. While I’ve been working out, it’s hard to break out of the chubby girl mindset. Although I was never massively overweight, my ample chest always made me feel way bigger than I actually was. Even now, when I can fit in the smallest size I’ve ever worn as an adult.

My eyes trail over to the disaster on the floor where papers and books are strewn everywhere. I can be a bit of a slob, but this exceeds my threshold.

Leaning over, I start to pile up the documents when a strong arm reaches around me.

I squeak, whirling around and come face to face with a very naked Josh.

“Hey, babe.” His voice is raspy with sleep. He pulls me close to him and the papers spill out of my grasp because what was I even doing two seconds ago? He chuckles. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Hey,” I mumble against his warm chest as I hug him back. Wow, did he just kiss my head?

“Sorry about the mess. Guess I got carried away last night. I’ll help you organize it before I go.”

Right. He’s going. I stiffen, preparing myself to hear him make his getaway, except he drags me back to bed.

“Why are you wearing clothes?” he asks sleepily as he pulls me over his body and slips his thigh between mine.

I shrug, because I’m not really a fan of underscoring my insecurities with the hot guy I just slept with.

Except it’s hard to feel insecure with this drop-dead gorgeous man’s hands in my hair and on my ass.

“Mmm,” is all I can utter as he presses his lips to my neck.

And then I’m surprised when he says, “Tell me about that other guy last night. Is he important to you?”

My insides are all aflutter that he seems genuinely concerned.

I cross my arms over his broad chest and look him straight in those warm honey eyes. “Nathan’s just a coworker. Last night, all he did was drop me off at home. Yes, I was interested in him…” I run my nose against his. “Right up until I met this sexy-as-hell guy at a coffee shop a few weeks ago, and he flashed me his abs.”

That gets me a laugh, and I smile down at him.

“So you guys were never an item?”

I shake my head and strip off my T-shirt. Because the way he’s looking at me right now makes me not care at all that there’s too much light streaming in my bedroom or that my boobs feel floppy.

His eyes dip to the girls, and that hunger in his expression grows, the groan rumbling in his chest making everything in me tighten.

Immediately, his hands grip my thighs and pull them up so I’m straddling his waist, where his impressive hard-on waits for me.

“I haven’t been able to get that image of you in my shirt out of my head all week. You might’ve missed your calling to be a pin-up girl, but that’s okay because I sure as fuck don’t want other men appreciating this.” He shakes his head. “And trust me, I get the irony of that statement.”

The idea of Josh being jealous—over me—makes my stomach flutter.

Those warm hands run up the back of my thighs to my rear where he squeezes and pulls me closer so I’m grinding against him.

“Baby, are you sore?”

“Hmm. A little, but I’m okay.” More than okay. That initial discomfort I felt between my legs this morning has been replaced with need and a pulsing ache.

My hands trail up those muscular shoulders, and I dip my mouth to his ear where I whisper, “It hurts in a different way now, and I really think you should make it better.” His cock thickens against me.

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