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As soon as I’m done, I flick on the light on the nightstand beside us.

“Hey!” she says, shielding her eyes as she squints in the dark, and I sit up between her legs to admire how fucking hot she looks with my come all over those perfect, gorgeous tits.

It’s nearly enough to make me come again, but I’m fucking spent.

“Well, thanks. Goodnight,” I say, and I climb off the bed as I start to head toward my room.

“What?” she balks.

I halt where I am. I was never really planning to leave—not without making her come first, of course, and I am a fucking gentleman so I’ll at least get her a washcloth since there’s semen all over her tits.

“What?” I ask.

“What about…you know…”

“Say it, Jolene,” I demand.

“I want to…you know. You said I should wait, and I did, and I need to.” The needy desperation in her voice is hot as fuck.

“Need to what?” I ask.

“Come,” she whispers.

I blow out a breath. “Ask like you mean it.”

“Will you please give me a fucking orgasm before I die over here?” she blurts, and I can’t help my laugh.

I head to the bathroom first to make her wait just a little longer, and I return with a washcloth. I wipe my jizz off her chest, and then I move down between her legs. I shove my tongue back into her pussy, and I drop a finger a little lower down into the tight bud of her ass. She squeals when I do it, and I move my tongue up to her clit as I insert a finger from my other hand into her pussy.

“Oh, God, oh my God!” she practically screams, and I know we need to be quiet since we’re in a hotel with the rest of my team, but I fucking love hearing how much she appreciates what I’m doing to her.

She comes nearly immediately and violently, her body tensing and pulsing over and over as I keep both fingers inside her, my tongue pressing to her clit until the waves crest and she starts to come back down from the high. It’s so intense, so hot, so gorgeous that I feel nearly ready to go again, to get inside that pussy and fuck her for the rest of the night.

But we’re both spent. Exhausted. Sated.

She’s panting, and I watch her beautiful face as she starts to cry.

Oh fuck.

Did I hurt her?

“What’s wrong?” I murmur softly as I stroke her hair and press a soft kiss to her temple.

“Holy shit, Lincoln,” she whispers through her tears. “That was incredible. I’ve never come that hard before.”

I lean down and press a kiss to her lips, the first time I’ve kissed her tonight. “I hope you know what you mean to me after that. There is nobody else. Only you. You own me. So get ready for a lifetime of climaxes like that, Jo.”

Even as the words leave my mouth, though, I fear they’re just lip service. I don’t know if we have a lifetime.

And the mere thought of that nearly makes me start to cry, too.

CHAPTER 29: JOLENE

He holds me through the night, and he slips back to his room early in the morning so he can prepare for his day.

It was an intense night, one fraught with feelings and words, and I feel secure in what we have.

Only…I’m not sure how secure it is when we’re sneaking around.

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