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“I knew you would.”Her chest rose and fell. “It’s everything I needed—just like you’re everything I need.”I brought her hand up to my face, smelling her skin, kissing it. “I love you.”As she gazed at me, emotion moved into her stare. It thickened the longer she went without blinking. “Easton . . .” Her teeth moved to her lip, dragging the ends across the bottom, back and forth, taunting me. “I love you too.”CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHTDrakeWhen we’d gotten into the car and started driving to the campsite, Easton’s warning had made me extremely nervous. Although I’d tried not to let on—I didn’t want him to think I was regretting my decision—I was certainly wondering if agreeing to this trip had been a bad idea.He was just so excited about taking me camping and showing me Utah that I didn’t want to break his heart.Still, I wasn’t sure if this type of traveling was really my thing. If I could become one with nature to where I was literally sleeping in it.But once we parked and I thoroug
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I rocked my hips forward, the desire pooling inside me, and I met his hard-on, filling the silence in the room with my heavy breathing.“You taste so good.” He licked a path to my nipples, replacing his hand with his mouth, sucking one, nibbling. Biting. “Always so hard and ready for me.”He wasn’t even talking about my clit or the wetness waiting for him below.He was just referring to the way my nipples responded to him.But it didn’t stop at just my chest. Easton caused my whole body to react. Even if it was just the delicate touch of his fingertips or the slightest graze of his tongue.I felt it.I responded.And it was those sensations that made me crave more.That made me beg, “I need you.”The greediness had taken over and I was adjusting his tip toward my entrance, needing the friction, the fullness.“Yes, someone does want it, doesn’t she.” He called me out as I rubbed my clit over his crown, exhaling against the top of his head as he gave my chest more attention.“Please.”I
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I was thankful that a few weeks ago we’d decided to no longer use condoms, that there was nothing separating us from experiencing this.This overwhelming feeling.But one that was so extremely satisfying.“You’re so fucking tight.”I didn’t know which part of me he was talking about. It didn’t matter. He sounded as pleasured and as turned on as I was, and when he gripped my cheek and kissed me, his eyes feral when we parted, I knew his body was as lit as mine.But what was happening beneath the water wasn’t as active as what was going on above it.In fact, neither of us budged.I just stayed still, taking it all in, getting acclimated to these senses before I rocked forward and back. When I did, when I drew my hips up and down, his finger went in the same pattern.“Easton . . .” I didn’t have words. I searched, but they were gone. Too much was in motion. Too much was at play. I just had breaths and moans and squeezes—his shoulders, neck, anything within range of grasping.“You feel fu
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And my wish came true as he leaned up onto his knees, wrapping my legs around his waist. He ignored the fact that we were in a tub, that bubbly water was leaking out. That he very well could crack the base and we could crash to the floor.When Easton was inside me, when he was focused on giving me as many orgasms as possible, nothing else mattered to him.“I want you to come again.”A sentence that made me the luckiest woman alive.And something I wanted.But there was something I wanted even more and said, “Let’s come together.”Just as the words left my mouth, he slowed almost to a stop. “That’s what you want?”“Yes.”As he sank into me, it brought an entirely new feeling. He was enticing me, challenging me to get there. An achingly slow but mighty build that was more sensual than anything he’d done tonight. His hand stayed on my clit, but it wasn’t that quick swipe that I’d gotten used to. It was a gyration with medium pressure, a tempo similar to a crawl. His momentum was just as
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And then I heard, “I love you, Drake.”The first time he’d spoken those words was earlier that day, when we’d been sitting in the Adirondack chairs outside, viewing the mountains. A feeling had come over me when I’d processed what he’d said, when that admission had settled in my chest, when the same words worked their way through my throat, and I’d finally voiced them.The same thing happened again.But this time, deeper.Stronger.His affection having even more potency.Because the first time was a surprise, but the second time was a confirmation.“You’re right,” I whispered. “It just got so much better.”EPILOGUEEastonDrake asked me to meet her at a coffee shop not far from the office in the heart of the Back Bay. I was running a few minutes late. Since Holden had taken Belle to Disney to celebrate the international rollout and Grayson was in Saint-Tropez doing the same, there was a lot to hold down.Especially because the last month had been the most successful in Hooked’s histor
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That thought should have made me happy. Brennon was nothing but a motherfucker who had tried to take down everything Holden, Grayson, David, and I had built. But part of me felt bad for him. That he felt so underappreciated that he wanted to hurt us. That he stooped to a level as low as he had.That instead of creating something on his own, he’d stolen our designs and software.It said a lot about his morals and character. And now those decisions were going to affect his future, one that looked extremely bleak from where I was sitting.I’d already let Brennon take up too much real estate in my head.He wasn’t getting any additional square footage, nor was that topic getting another second of attention. Instead, I addressed something that would cheer me up and that would return the breathtaking smile to Drake’s face. I asked, “Has Saara gotten back from her work trip?”“Tomorrow. We’re going to meet for drinks after work.”“Ahhh. A night of debauchery.”She squeezed my leg. “Not true.
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CHAPTER ONEA 100 percent match.That was what the screen showed as I stared at it, silently, my mouth so wide, my jaws hurt.How in the hell had I achieved that percentage?As one of the founders of Hooked, a hook-up app my best friends and I had launched just today, I knew that number was nearly impossible. While we were in beta testing, we’d run every possible scenario through Harvard’s database, trying to configure an average percentage among our future users. We’d learned 100 percent was statistically equivalent to the odds of winning the lottery.The average would be in the eighties. An overly impressive number would be in the low nineties.But 100 percent?Shit, that almost couldn’t exist.But it did.With me.And I was gazing at that number as it flashed in the center of my phone in twenty-eight-point green Garamond font—a font, size, and color my best friends and I had debated over for weeks—and underneath was the user I’d matched with.SaarasLove.All right, Love, who are yo
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“Except the app wasn’t created for that reason,” Grayson said. “Why don’t you save the money you don’t have and just focus on pus—”“I’m going to let you two hash out whatever this is,” I chimed in, interrupting Grayson. “I have to go message Love.”“Love,” Grayson roared as I got up from the chair. “Good luck with that.”I flipped him off and returned to my bedroom, adjusting the pillows behind my back as I loaded the app, pulling up SaarasLove’s profile. What set our app apart from our competitors’ was that instead of using first or last names along with photos of the user’s face, we allowed only usernames and body shots or icons to protect everyone’s identities. Within the private chat feature, users could exchange whatever information they wanted—pictures, names, phone numbers—but that was at their discretion.What I could gather from SaarasLove’s profile was that she lived within a sixty-mile radius of the zip code I’d provided—a distance she couldn’t exceed, or we wouldn’t have
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