Chapter 23

“Please,” I whisper up to him, studying the muscled curves that design his chest as they tightly move.

He moves his stray hand from my nipple and pec to my navel. Fingertips dance along its sweat-drenched hair and fall southward bound. The hand discovers the upright tool between my legs. While continuously riding my rump, Jamie wraps a palm and fingers around the erection and begins to stroke it up and down.

The action sends me into a spinning and silver-golden realm of delusions. Breathless, I close my eyes, become semi-unconscious, and see our future together: long-term boyfriends, moving into my apartment together, making love like this on springtime mornings or wintry nights, and a marriage proposal from Jamie on bended knee.