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When he finally knelt back on his heels to suit up, I examined his beautiful body. His chest hair was plastered to his skin with sweat, the previously well-styled hair on his head was all over the place from my grasping fingers, and his abs were flexed into faint squares as he struggled to get the condom on.

JT met my eyes, and his face morphed into a killer grin, the kind that made my heart literally fling itself against the front of my rib cage.

You are everything I’ve ever wanted and can never have.

When he leaned back down to line himself up at the entrance to my body, I watched his face, trying to imprint this fleeting moment into my permanent mental hard drive. As soon as he began pressing inside of me, I hissed in welcome, but he misinterpreted the sound.

“Baby? Too much?”

I shook my head frantically and grabbed at his hips to pull him closer, faster, harder. Not enough. Never ever enough.

He continued more carefully, taking his sweet damned time and watching my eyes to make sure I was okay. When he was finally fully seated inside me, I wrapped my arms and legs around him and held him tight.

“Flynn,” he breathed against the side of my face. “Holy fuck.”

He pulled out, resisting my hold and lighting up my channel until I threw my head back and arched my body toward him with a cry. From the moment my voice hit the air, he was almost out of control, pounding me into the bed the way he’d originally promised, grunting commands for me totake it, tolike it, tohold onandnot come yet.

His words made me crazy, made me want to explode. Made me want to cry with the rightness of them… and run from their overwhelming intensity. But it was what he said after we both came in a screaming rush that terrified me most.

We lay in a sweaty, panting heap while trying to catch our breaths. When he finally grabbed the condom to pull out of me, I winced.

He shot me a look of apology that turned tender the minute his eyes landed on my face. And then he reached out and brushed the damp hair off my forehead with his fingertips.

“Wait here, sweetheart. Let me take care of you.”

He didn’t stick around for a response… which was good because I didn’t have one.

Sweetheart?

Let me take care of you?

He shuttled down the staircase ladder and found the bathroom, turning on faucets and moving around to clean himself up while he whistled a low tune.

I stared at the top of the stairs with an open mouth. What the fuck had just happened? I was still processing when JT returned to the loft with a damp cloth.

“Uh… thanks,” I said, reaching for it.

He batted my hand away and cleaned me with gentle, efficient movements, then flung the cloth toward the stairs and pressed an affectionate kiss to my nose.

“So.” I cleared my throat. “You probably need to…”

He moved his lips down and shut me up with a soft kiss, then moved me under the sheet and slid in next to me.

“Flynn?”

“Y-yeah?”

“What did I say about thinking?” he muttered. “Cut that shit out. You promised. Now, go to sleep.”

He arranged me into a spoon position against him and tucked his face into the curve of my shoulder.

I let out a deep breath.

Sleep? With Frog Wellbridge in my bed? Ha. Easy for him to say.JT made me feel many things, but relaxed had never been one.

I yawned hugely.He’ll probably get bored soon and go home.

My tired eyes slid shut, and I allowed myself to relax into him, too worn out to do anything else.Might as well enjoy his arms around me for a few minutes.

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