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our torsos together.
She kissed me sweetly, her breathing matching my gradual intrusions, but they were welcomed by her raising hips. Our bodies were tangled together, and I never wanted to untie ourselves from each other.
“I don’t want this to stop,” she murmured against my lips. “Don’t ever stop.”
I swallowed, a shiver traveling down my spine. “I don’t think I can.”
She embraced me tightly, her head burrowing into my neck, her panting lips tasting the beaded sweat on my skin.
I only stopped because I was on the verge of bursting, coming inside of her so euphorically that I never thought I’d come down from the high.
Holding my cock inside of her, I found her mouth, kissing her so deeply, wanting to keep our souls connected.
I stared into her eyes, emotion piling up from my chest and into my throat. It was going to come out like vomit, and there was no way to stop it.
“I can’t do this anymore.”
Chapter Twenty-SIX
Regan, present
“You what?”
Did he just say what I think he said?
He’d just made love to me, arguably the most intense, passionate, and loving sex I’d ever experienced- in fact, it was the best sex I’d ever had. We were still linked together, his cock twitching inside of me from its release, his arms wrapped so tightly around me that I couldn’t move if I wanted to. I loved this feeling, and I never wanted it to stop. Surely he felt the same way, I must have heard him wrong.
He touched his forehead to mine, his hips retracting so we weren’t connected anymore.
Letting out a heavy breath, he softly said, “I can’t share you. Not anymore.”
My lip trembled, and I stroked his jaw. “Jet…”
His eyes searched mine, waiting for more of a response, but the words wouldn’t come out.
If I gave everything to Jet, that meant the whole world would see every inch of me, and I wasn’t ready for that.
I hadn’t lost the good girl image. My clothing remained somewhat modest, my chic flair being notable for holding higher standards for what I was willing to expose. I wasn’t one to flaunt my body, not for the magazines or fans, and I had won them over without revealing my breasts or ass. They didn’t need to know how naughty I was behind closed doors, and I didn’t want to be thrown into the sea of stars that got their way by using sex appeal.
Jet let out a hasty breath, then rolled off of me, finding his way into the bathroom, shaking his head in disgust.
I followed him into the bathroom, tears threatening. “You don’t understand, I can’t leave him.”
He halted, grabbing a pair of underwear from his bag, pulling it on in a rush. “You can’t, or won’t?” He bit.
I shook my head. “It’s not that simple.”
He threw his arms out, his eyebrows knitted. “I don’t see how it’s not. You don’t even like him!” I tilted my head to the side, unable to speak. “See, you can’t even deny it, so it’s obviously just me that you don’t want.” He pulled on a new pair of black skinny jeans, then dug through his bag for a shirt, while I stood there unclothed, his seed dripping from between my legs.
Hastily, I went back into the room, grabbing his shirt and throwing it over my head, snagging my jeans and tugging them over each leg. I didn’t want to be naked in front of him, not when his mood had shifted so suddenly.
He was banging things in the bathroom while I dressed, and I hated that he was getting upset. “Jet, I don’t know how to break it off with him,” I said truthfully, standing in the entry way of the bathroom.
“How about I fuck you on top of my car so the paparazzi can take photos?” He snarled. “Or, I could sell a picture of you sucking me off, I bet I’d get top dollar for that.”
My eyes widened. “What’s with you? You’ve never cared about me being with someone else before, what’s changed now?”
He dragged his hands up and down his face rapidly, grunting in frustration. “Why are you with that guy?”
I was silent, too afraid to tell him the real reasons, but all that did was fuel his impatience with my lack of answers.
He stormed past me, searching through another bag, tossing it down when he didn’t find whatever he was searching for. “Damn it!”
I hugged myself. “What are you looking for?”
Holding the back of his neck with both hands,