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"Are you okay?" he asks.
"Yes," I tell him.
But the truth is, I'm not sure if I'm ok.
What I do know is that I'm not done exploring my lost and found orgasms.
Are they because I finally faced my fears and am now, I'm cured? Or is it because Seven is the only man capable of giving them to me?
Seven leans in and kisses me tenderly one last time, and then I hear someone shout, "Get a room."
I jump and look around, hoping that whoever just said that only saw our kiss. But if they saw more, it was worth it.
"What do you say?" Seven asks. "Should we get a room?"
I need more than one time to see if Seven has skills or if this all was a fluke.
"Yeah, let's go," I say.
He sets me back on the ground, leans down, grabs the laptop bag lying by our feet, and then leads me by the hand back to the Jeep.
This time, he opens my door and grips my hips, lifting me into the passenger side as if I weigh nothing.
I turn to him, expecting him to close the door, but instead, he leans in and kisses me again.
Who is this version of Seven, and where has he been?
Chapter Fourteen
Seven
Watching Brynn fall apart in my arms has me fucking addicted.
I called it.
I knew the moment that I let her into my house that she'd be trouble for me. Now I just need to see how badly I'm fucked.
Will this last for the rest of the time she's here?
Do we go our separate ways once we both head back to Seattle?
Jesus, I have no idea.
For right now, I'm only planning on tonight until morning light when I can figure out what the hell is happening to me.
I pull out of the parking spot and get back on the road, headed for my house.
I don't know what possesses me to do it, but I reach for her hand and slide my fingers between hers, pulling the back of her hand up to my lips to kiss her skin again.
She smiles over at me, and it dawns on me that I might be willing to do a hell of a lot to keep that smile on her face.
I rest our hands on the middle console, but I wish now that it was a bench seat so that she could be closer.
"Did you like Rita?" I ask in order to keep from asking the question I really want to know.
Like, how many positions am I allowed to fuck her in tonight?
"Everyone was so nice. I really enjoyed helping out today. Thank you for letting me tag along," she says and then reaches into her bag and pulls out her cell phone to check the time.
