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“So fucking wet,” he said gruffly, not giving me chance to catch my breath or process what was happening, as he pressed a finger inside me.

“Oh God,” I moaned, rocking against his hand, needing more.

Needing so much more.

My head dropped back, exposing my neck and collarbone to him. Answering my silent plea, Jason dipped his head kissing the hollow of my throat, sucking gently. Driving me wild.

“Jase,” I panted, the intrusion of a second finger making me wince. But only for a second, as pleasure flowed through me like a gentle wave.

I was lost in the intense sensations. The warm current flowing between us, through us. The intimate position. The feel of his hot mouth around my breast as he worked his fingers inside me, circling his thumb over my clit.

“I’m so close,” I whispered, barely able to recognize my own voice. My legs began to shake as Jason went deeper, harder. I’d never let anyone touch me like this before. Not the way Jason did. As if it wasn’t about my pleasure at all, but