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continuing to fuck just the way she wanted him to. She moved one
hand down and found her clit. She rubbed and ground her flesh against the palm
of her hand, desperately working toward the explosive release she knew was
possible.
    “You need this?” Jonas asked as his hand slid under to catch
hers at play. “Yeah, Princess, show me what you want.”
    “Oh god,” she cried as she took his hand and used it to ride
her clit against. She screamed as she came. The orgasm was so intense that she
could feel the tears on her cheeks as she shook. Every inch of her seemed to be
on fire, then tingling as if her entire body had fallen asleep and was waking
up. It hurt. It consumed. It filled every inch of her and had her begging for
mercy.
    She was vaguely aware of Jonas moving his hand, gripping and
lifting her ass while he rode her hard and fast to his release. She shuddered
and gasped for breath as he collapsed on top of her. He kissed her shoulder,
shifted so that the top of his body rested beside her on the bed but kept his
hips glued to her ass.
    “Incredible, Jacey,” he whispered. “You’re so incredible.”
    “You’re not so bad yourself,” she lied. He was amazing.
Completely and utterly amazing.
    He chuckled and shifted again. She moaned as he pulled his softening
cock free of her ass and kissed the back of her head. “God, I love you,” he
whispered.
    She just sighed and snuggled deeper into the bed. She wanted
him. Needed him in her life in ways she’d never wanted or needed anyone else.
But was it love? Or would it fade as it had with every other guy she’d slept
with? Would she still want Jonas tomorrow? Or the day after? A month from now?
A year? She could feel the panic wanting to set in and did her best to restrain
it. A day at a time. That was all she could do. One day at a time.

Chapter Six
     
    Jacey awoke to the smell of bacon. Her stomach grumbled and
she realized she was starving. She rolled over and stretched, feeling all the
delicious aches and pains that one could expect after a great night of sex. And
that was just what she’d had. A fucking incredible night of sex. The best night
of sex in her life.
    She grinned. Jonas was cooking breakfast. He was cooking for
her, for them. She stepped out of the bed and moved toward his bathroom. She
noted the damp towel and water droplets still on the shower door. Jonas must
have already showered. She slid it open and flipped the water on before taking
care of more pressing needs.
    She found a new toothbrush on the counter by the sink and
smiled. Did he think of everything? The water was wonderful. His soap smelled
like Jonas and now she was going to smell like him all day as well. Stepping
out, she wrapped a towel around her body and a second around her hair. No
blow-dryer. No makeup. No clean clothes. She sighed. She really hadn’t thought
this through.
    Walking back into Jonas’ bedroom, she rummaged in his
drawers until she found some boxers and pulled a pair on. Then she raided his
closet for a shirt. She found a selection of T-shirts and grabbed one at
random. Moving back into his bathroom, she cleaned up after herself, brushed
her teeth and towel-dried her hair as best she could. Then she headed down to
the smell of bacon and coffee, both of which she desperately wanted.
    She stood in the kitchen doorway and just watched. Jonas had
cleaned it up since they’d been in here last night. The clutter was gone. The
dishes in the sink were gone. The bottle of whiskey was gone. He stood with his
back to her, cooking French toast. She could see a plate piled high with what
he’d already made.
    “Are you just going to stand there and watch me or are you
coming in?” he asked without turning away from what he was doing. “Coffee’s
ready. Just finishing the French toast.”
    “Smells incredible, Jonas,” she said, moving toward the
coffeepot. “Need a cup?” She was as at home in his kitchen as she was in hers.
Honestly, she probably spent more time