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"If...I wanted...to try dating more than one person, would you be mad? Would that end what we have?" I asked.

We shared a look and he didn’t answer, looking deep in thought.

I mentally started freaking out, not wanting to fuck our relationship up when we just got together a few days ago.

"Never mind. I was just curi—“ I began but his lips crashed into mine, silencing me.

I moaned when he pressed his body against mine, his erection obvious, and his hand left the counter and slid through my hair. He didn't stop until I was breathless and my skin was hot with need.

He tugged at my bottom lip with his teeth before he pulled back to watch as I panted heavily.

"I'd be open to the idea." His voice was barely a whisper as his gaze locked on mine, unwavering. "I have to be okay with the person though,” he added.

I blushed at his words, unsure how to respond.

I didn't think he'd be as accepting of the idea of actually sharing me with anyone, especially intimately .

"Are you sure?" I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck.

His hands lowered to my ass and he lifted me up to sit on the counter.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, bringing him close. The bulge of his pants pressed firmly against the fabric of my jeans covering my pussy .

I took the opportunity to kiss him as I waited for him to answer.

My pussy throbbed for me to move my hips again.

He leaned forward and kissed my neck and I moaned, letting my eyes close.

"It's fine. As long as you're happy. That's all I care about,” he whispered huskily.

He lifted his head and I gave him a wide smile.

"You're the best boyfriend I could ask for," I purred.

"I know." He winked and I giggled.

He smiled, giving me one more kiss.

"And you're such an amazing woman, Jewel. Don't let anything change you."

We hugged and I kissed his neck slowly, making sure to leave a very noticeable love mark right above his collarbone.

"That felt nice," he mumbled and I smirked.

"I'll make a note of that," I replied quietly .

"We should get ready," Logan suggested.

I nodded but tightened my hold around him.

"One more hug," I whispered.

He chuckled but obliged me in my request.

I rested my head on his shoulder, glancing up to see that Nixon wasn't on the sofa anymore.

He had moved to the stairs, and had a small smile on his face.