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“Mhmm,” I said. I didn’t know what game Jason and I were playing, wasn’t sure what the stakes were, but whatever they were, I just couldn’t let him win. What was he trying to prove? That my body would always respond to him? That I was ruined for any other man but him? I could have told him all that by myself if he gave me any inkling that he saw me as anything more than a booty call.
“So…like fate, right?”
“Right,” I repeated blankly, biting back a moan as Jason withdrew his full length and then slammed into me again. “Fate.”
“We should get drinks sometime soon. I’m going on a work trip, but I’ll be back during the week. Friday sound good?”
I didn’t hear half of what he said. Jason had lifted one of my legs, spreading me wider and fucking me with the sweetest strokes, making the words I was hearing just a jumble in my ears. I wet my lips, trying to keep my eyes open and the phone at my ear. “Friday,” I repeated.
“You’re working out? You sound breathless.”
“Um…” I gasped. “Yeah.”
He chuckled. “Okay. Stay sexy. See you Friday?”
“Oh…yes,” I moaned, having just enough presence of mind to end the call and toss the phone away. I gripped the counter and let out a long moan as Jason pounded into me. “Fuck!”
He slid one hand between my legs, touching my clit and filling me with tortuous pleasure. “Oh God, Jason.”
He leaned close to my ear. “What?”
“Don’t stop,” I moaned. My body vibrated as the first waves of climax hit me head on. He kept fucking me, pulling me back from the counter and sliding down so we were both on our knees. He braced one of his feet on the floor and continued to thrust into me, reaching deeper and sending shocks of pleasure throughout my body.
He palmed my breast through my dress, squeezing it just hard enough to send sweet agony rocking through me.
“Jason,” I panted.
“You like it?”
“Yes.” My voice was weak.
“Just like this.”
“Just like this.” My muscles clenched tighter around him. “Don’t fucking stop.”
“Of course not,” he whispered harshly. He pulled out almost completely then thrust deep into me again. “We’re doing this,” he said roughly, punctuating each word with a deep thrust. “Until. We. Get. Fucking. Sick. Of. Each. Other.”
I felt sick—still filled with need, but sick and broken inside. My body froze, and I dropped my face in my hands.
Jason stopped moving, taking a deep breath as he pulled out of me. I pressed my legs together as I gathered myself into a seated position. I dropped my hands from my face, and my eyes were wet with tears, which I no longer bothered to hide from him.
He fixed his clothes and sank back on the floor. He looked sad, frustrated, and as confused as I felt. He didn’t have to ask me what was wrong. He knew.
“Daphne.” His voice was so gentle it hurt.
I dragged myself to my feet, and he rose with me.
“Daphne,” he said again.
The gentleness in his voice was killing me. I felt as if things were breaking inside me. I felt as if I were breaking into pieces.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” My voice quavered as I looked at him.
He reached out his arms. “Come here.”
I shook my head.
“Come here, Daphne.”
