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“That’s all I can take,” Jelly eventually gasped out after I made her come yet again. I moaned against her clit, and she shuddered as more aftershocks wracked her body.

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That night in bed, after a long shower, I propped my head on one elbow and looked at her.

“What?” she asked, smiling up at me through a yawn.

“Was it everything you hoped it would be?”

“It was so much more,” she admitted. “But… I think I’m good. I don’t know that I’d want to do that with anyone but the two of you, and I’m not sure I could ever top that experience anyway.”

I traced my finger along her collarbone andshoulders, visible above the sheets. “I don’t want to share you anymore,” I confessed.

“No?”

I shook my head. “I like having you all to myself.”

She cocked her head. “Did you not have a good time?”

“I had the best time,” I admitted. “It’s just… I feel possessive of you. I don’t like thinking of anyone else with you, even if I’m there.”

She gave me a dreamy smile, and I could tell she was about to drift off. “That’s okay. I get it. I would never want to share you with someone else.” With that, her eyes closed, and her breathing evened out.

I flopped back on my pillow, thinking about the night we’d had.

I’d enjoyed every second of it. But Jelly was mine.

Mine. I wanted her to bemine. What did that even mean? I was beginning to get concerned.

I’d never felt this way before.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Paolo

As had become our custom, we ate breakfast together on the balcony. She stirred some granola into her yogurt and popped some raspberries in her mouth. She was people watching as the tourists, businesspeople, and joggers carried out their lives far below. The sunlight shone off her glossy hair, and I saw for the first time that it wasn’t just black. There were strands of red, brown, and blonde that the sun picked up. She was so beautiful sitting there, eating her breakfast, and watching the people down below. She had one leg tucked under her, and her dewy skin looked like porcelain in the early morning light.

I thought briefly of women I’d been with in the past. I’d had a lot of beautiful women. More than my fair share, for sure. But I’d never slept over with them. They’d been hookups, and I’d almost never gone back for seconds. I’d never woken up entangled in their bodies, our legs and arms locked together all night. And I’d certainly never eaten breakfast with them the next morning.

A strand of hair blew across her face, and I had the most insistent urge to lean forward, brush it from her soft cheek, and tuck it behind her perfect, shell-shaped ear. It hadn’t happened all at once, I realized, but I’d fallen for her somewhere along the way. She was so real, so herself. My feelings for her had stopped just being lustful. Now, I cared for her above anyone else.

Unaware of my thoughts, she closed her eyes and turned her face up to the sun, sighing happily. I sucked in a breath athow gorgeous she looked in that moment, as if the sun itself had chosen to caress her face the way I wanted to.

She stretched, drawing my eyes to her breasts, yawned, and opened her eyes. She froze when she saw that I was watching her.

“Quit being weird.” She frowned and threw a raspberry at me. It bounced off my forehead and fell to the patio below, sure to be a treat for a lucky pigeon later. I smiled at her.

She had no clue what she was doing to me.

She’d already resumed people watching on the street below us. She seemed very interested in who was buying flowers so early in the morning at the florist shop a couple of doors down.

“Do you think they screwed up really bad last night?”

“What?”

“Like, who needs roses at seven in the morning? I feel like they’re apology flowers, you know?”

“Jelly.”