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“Fuck, yes,” Jase groans as I grind down on him. “Take it. Every goddamn inch.”

He hooks his arms beneath mine and around my shoulders as he holds me in place, thrusting into me in a relentless rhythm.

I feel him swell inside me seconds before I fall apart around him. My body stills for half a second as my orgasm rips through me, and I throw my head back with an uncontrolled cry of his name.

His hand clamps over my mouth to stifle my cries, but they are still loud in the quiet night, getting lost in the crashing waves feet away.

His other hand wraps around my waist and holds me to him, against him, guiding me up and down as my body spasms around him.

But it’s his body that’s tensing now. It’s his cry out for more as he comes with a fucking sexy, feral groan that has my nipples tightening.

The headlights slow as they pass, and the car’s engine purrs into our awareness just before it zips out of sight.

“Jesus, woman,” he mutters as we both tremble with the aftershocks and our breaths are still hitching. Despite being in a public place, neither of us makes a move to separate or get our pants back on right away.

I rest my forehead on his shoulder as he runs his hand up and down the length of my back.

“I’d be remiss if I didn’t say that was some really good In-N-Out.”

It takes him a second to get the joke.

To snicker.

Then to throw his head back and laugh before grabbing both sides of my face and kissing me appreciatively.

“Yes. It damn well was.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Hendrix

I glance through the shower door, out into my bedroom at the clock hanging on the wall and cringe.

It’s so freaking late.

I’m going to be so exhausted tomorrow, but I’m on the tail end of this big order so I’ll get it done.

Live like a rock star. Isn’t that what Jase had said on the way home? Work till you crash standing up. Steal a few Zs. Then get back up until you crash again.

No wonder rock stars die young.

I just finish twisting my wet hair up into the towel when I hear my cell phone ring. That’s mine, right?

I think.

It has to be.

Where did I leave it?

Within seconds, I wrap another towel around me and am jogging down the hall to find it. No one calls at this time of night unless it’s an emergency. No one.

Just as I skid to a halt on my wet feet into the kitchen, I find Jase there, shirtless, of course, with my cell phone to his ear.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Ms. Wright, but now that I think of it, you have a different last name than Hendrix. Oh. You changed it back so it’d match. That makes sense,” he says.

My eyes bug out of my head as his cheeky grin meets my horror. “No,” I gasp.

Jase holds up his hand for me, as if he’s got this under control, before he continues speaking. “Your daughter is . . .” His eyes scrape up and down my long legs and desire heats in his eyes when there’s no way he can already want me again. “Incredible.”