Jenna took a deep breath, preparing for the next round and what it could mean for her and Matt. He thrust harder and faster, his hips slapping against Jennifer’s ass as he drove into her over and over again. “What?” she exclaimed incredulously, shooting him a disbelieving glare. And somehow, they had never considered anything more than friendship in that journey. Unless you’re afraid I’ll beat you,” he challenged Jenna, knowing it would instigate her competitive nature. “You’re so confident,” he drawled sarcastically. Well, I have to confess that I’ve had a thing for your booty for a while,” he chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. The sensation was unfamiliar and uncomfortable, but she didn’t want to back down. Despite spending so much time with him, this could completely change their dynamic. He knew she needed time to adjust, and he had every intention of giving it to her, even if it killed him.
