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“Enough Laney, please,” he said in a hoarse voice. “You’re torturing me.”

I grinned in satisfaction and sat up, forcing my shoulders up when he tried to hold me still.

I took him in hand and held him still as I slowly started to sink down onto him. One inch, then two, I closed my eyes and savored each one. By the time I was down to seven, Jake was trembling beneath me. I opened my eyes to see his jaw clenched into stone, and his eyes were tightly shut.

“You’re a witch, casting a spell on me, aren’t you?” He didn’t open his eyes, he just waited, patiently as he let me have my way.

I slid down the last few inches with a dip of my hips. I had taken all of him, every last inch of him, and he was mine.

I reveled in the way he stretched me, in the way he filled me for only a breath of a moment before I braced myself with one hand against his thigh. Slow and shallow, I started to grind up and down Jake’s cock, his hands guiding me with a tight grip on my thighs until we found the rhythm that had us both panting. It wasn’t soft and gentle, the way I’d imagined. This was pure raw need, and soft and intimate wouldn’t cut it. This had to be deep and dirty, for both of us.

Hard, fast, and deep, I rode Jake mercilessly, not letting up at all, not even when he tried to flip me. I clamped my thighs around him and stopped until he relaxed beneath me.

I needed this moment and he let me have it.

I started once more, until I was lost in him, until we were lost in each other, until my walls gripped at him with sensual glee and milked him into following me. We were both lost, but right there with each other as our bodies exploded together. I felt him shaking beneath me, and it only made me clamp down harder on him as my back arched and my head went back and my long hair teased at his thighs in total abandon.

I cried out his name just as he gasped out mine, his hands gripping my breasts in a way that suggested he needed to know I was real. My hands covered his as the ripples started to fade away, my chest heaving from my exertion.

He pulled me down to him after a moment and we clung together. We breathed together, fast and hard, shallow and quick, and finally, slow and soothing.

“I might die,” he said, and I knew what he meant.

“I might join you.”

“At least we’ll go happy.”

His hands in my hair soothed me, and then I didn’t know anything else, only sweet darkness.

Chapter Fourteen

Jake

We had several days of peace and quiet and one shopping trip at a local strip mall for clothes that we rarely wore before we had to go back home. The landline in the cabin started to ring and I looked at Laney with dread.

“I have to go. Apparently, the ads have started, and I have to go for publicity shots and interviews to help build the hype.” She was cradled in my arms. Her lips still tasted like the rum and cola she’d had with dinner.

“I hate this, Jake.” She’d taken so long to respond I almost thought she was asleep. She’d said she wasn’t much of a drinker earlier, but she’d learned to love rum mixed with cola.

“I’m guessing as much as I do. It has to be done though. Otherwise, they’ll hound me into the grave.” I stroked a finger down her cheek in an attempt to get her to open those beautiful eyes of hers.

“They’re going to try and force you to choose Arabella, aren’t they?” She turned her head away, her voice breathless in a way that made my chest ache.

“They can’t really make me do that, Laney. Besides, you know I’d never do that to you. There are some things I can’t tell you, some things I can’t reveal, but I can make you this promise. There’s no other woman I want in my life and there’s not a soul who can replace you.”

I knew I loved her, though I could only express that through actions until this whole farce was over. She had to know she was my choice. I hoped it was crystal clear by now.

“When do you have to leave?” she asked, her voice strong once again as she sat up in bed, unabashedly letting the sheet fall to reveal her luscious body.

“In the morning. I’ll take you home before I head to the airport. I want to leave with your scent on my skin.” It was too poetic, but it was the truth.

“Alright. Christmas Eve is only a week away. We can do this, Jake. A week, and then it’s over.” She gave me a brave smile, and I knew we would be alright.

That was one of the things I loved about Laney. “You’re always so strong, Laney. You keep my head on straight for me.”

She bent over to kiss me where I was propped against the pillows and cupped my cheek. “That’s because I have you to keep my head on straight, buddy.”

I pulled her over me and she laughed with glee. I couldn’t wait to come back to the pure happiness that only Laney had to offer me. Would it be the same after the show was over? I knew it would for me, but would it for her?