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Her head fell back as she laughed—something she’d done before and something that drove me fucking wild. “You definitely fucked me hard enough. I don’t even know if I’ll be able to walk tomorrow.” She headed for the door and waved before opening it.

“I’ll see you later, Jo.”

As she left, I took in the view of her ass. Even though I’d just been holding it, even though I’d kissed across her cheeks when she was spread over my bed, I still couldn’t stop staring.

That body.

That freshly fucked pussy.

That satiated smile she gave me as the door closed.

Goddamn it.

Who the fuck is this girl?

I turned and headed into the bedroom, putting on the outfit I’d laid out for the evening—a pair of jeans and a button-down, a sports coat on top. I made a quick stop to the bathroom to brush my teeth and spray on some cologne. As my hands were under the faucet, water pouring onto my fingers, I decided not to clean my face. Doing so would wash away Jo’s scent, something I could still smell on my beard.

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