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“More,” she begs.

I give her more.

Her breath turns ragged. Her moans grow louder. She starts to meet every thrust with a frantic rhythm of her own. I can feel her pussy start to flutter around me.

“You gonna come again?” I growl.

She nods quickly. “Yes. God, yes.”

Her body starts to shake beneath me, the tension in her legs winding tight. I keep going, every thrust aimed to keep her right there on the edge. I know she’s close when her breath catches in broken gasps and her hips start twitching.

I feel the tremble in her thighs as her orgasm takes over. And then she shatters. I watch her face, mesmerized by how beautiful she is.

I bury my face in her neck and inhale her sweet scent. Her pulse pounds beneath my lips and her body vibrates around me. The pressure begins to pull me under. I drive in deep one more time and then I break too.

My muscles lock. My heart pounds. My lungs burn as I empty into her.

I don’t move except to ease some of my weight off her. I kiss her shoulder as I hold the condom tight as I ease out of her. I tie it off and drop it into the wastebasket by the bed without moving away from her.

Her fingertips slowly move up and down my back and it feels so fucking good. She looks at me for a moment with this unreadable expression. And then she leans in and presses her lips to mine.

I melt into it. Her tongue slips against mine and I kiss her back with everything I have.

When she pulls away, she doesn’t move far.

I rest my chin on top of her head and close my eyes. I don’t know how long she’ll stay like this, but for now—she’s here.

And I’ll hold onto that for as long as she lets me.

Chapter 14

Lola

There’s nothing quite like fucking away your problems.

Jude’s touch is warm against my skin. His fingers move in slow, unhurried strokes, tracing the curve of my hip. He keeps his face buried in my neck.

I feel precious in his arms. There’s a softness to him that I’ve never experienced with anyone before.

That’s the problem.

I’m not built for soft. Especially not right now when everything else in my life is in pieces. I’mexhausted. I don’t even get a break when I come home. My roommates, once friends, now seem determined to turn my safe space into enemy territory.

Softness doesn’t fix any of that.

I’m afraid of missing out on what life could be like with Jude. But I’m just as scared to let him in.

What if he decides I’m too much—or worse, not enough? I can’t afford to lose anything—or anyone—else. I’m already full of cracks and if I let myself have him and then lose him, I will certainly shatter.

Then there’s the other problem. The Reid problem. I have now hooked up with two of the three dangerously attractive menliving next door. And I still want the third. Reid may know about Jude, but Jude doesn’t know about Reid. Or at least I don’t think he does.

Everything with Jude feels simple. But there’s nothing simple about the mess I’ve made.

Jude kisses my shoulder so softly I barely feel it. It cracks something in me that I can’t stop to think about right now.

“You hungry?” he asks. “I could make us something. Or grab some takeout.”

I hum in response. It’s barely audible, but it’s the best I can offer. I keep my face turned toward the window. I’m too scared to meet his eyes right now. Will he be able to read the truth in them? If he does, this will be over before it ever even begins.