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I bite ether, we develop a rhyther He studies ston is so perfectly in tune with les, pressure, and speed to deliver the most pleasure It’s so intense, I coainst hi how bereft I suddenly feel as he pulls away, putting round

When our eyes meet, he looks as stunned as I feel His sandy hair is askew, his breathing is ragged, and his eyes are wild There’s an obvious bulge in his slacks, but that seele word, Kingstonthe door behind his too jelly-like to reh my hair, I replay the last ten minutes in my head

What in the ever-loving hell was that?

CHAPTER EIGHT

JAZZ

“What is going on with you andshade at Peyton allat you”

I al on between me and your brother”

Ainsley gives ’ because ston was a major dick to you and now he looks like he wants to jump your bones Also, you have the fact that he’s not even trying to hide his conteht?”

I shrug “Nothing happened”

“That’s bullshit He wants soot so from you”

I try fighting it, but I know I’ I can only hopeabout what happened in irl who easily juuy, and he was ston to touch me like that when I just met him is completely out of character for me Why do I have to be so daood?

Ainsley gasps “Oh my God, that’s it, isn’t it?” She leans over and lowers her voice even ht?”

“No, we didn’t hook up!” I whisper-shout “Just please drop it, Ainsley”

She looks over ood”

I turn around “What ought to be—”