She grabbed her pajamas and went into the bathroom. Bracing her hands against the pedestal sink, she stared at herself in the mirror.

“How did you let this happen?” she whispered. She hadn’t just fallen—she’d fallen hard.

A secretive smile curved up the corners of her mouth. Who knew a hard fall could feel so good?

She took out the bobby pins and hair tie that held her updo together, covered her hair with a shower cap, then got into the shower. But the cascade of hot water did nothing for her. A shower wasn’t enough. She needed Jamar. And she knew he needed her just as much.

Dressed in a T-shirt and pajama shorts, Taylor slipped out of the bathroom as quietly as possible and padded barefoot down the stairs. She went through the kitchen to the spare bedroom, finding the door slightly ajar.

Jamar sat on the edge of the bed. He was shirtless, the corded muscles of his eight-pack gleaming in the light from the bedside lamp. He still wore his pants, although he’d loosened the belt buckle and unzipped them.

When he hooked his thumbs in the waistband and started to stand, Taylor took it as her cue to invite herself in.

“I’ll do that for you,” she said softly.

He froze. Hands at his waist, eyes wide with surprise.

“What are you doing—” he started, but she put two fingers against his lips, silencing him.

She moved his hands out of the way and took over, shoving both his pants and the black boxer briefs down his legs. She knew what tonight had done to him, the disappointment at realizing he would have to give up his dream. She wanted to provide whatever solace she could.

Flattening her palm against the center of his chest, Taylor pushed him back onto the bed, then got down on her knees and pulled his pants and underwear the rest of the way off.

“Tay—”

“Shhh,” she whispered. She braced her hands on his thighs and dipped her head, running her tongue along the side of his hardening erection.

He released a groan straight out of a porno flick.

“Shhh,” Taylor murmured again as she sucked on the head. She closed her eyes and swallowed more of him, taking half his length into her mouth before drawing up again. Jamar pumped his hips, thrusting upward as she once more lowered her head.

Need thrummed through her veins, the spot between her legs demanding attention. Instead of using her hands to sate the pleasurable ache pulsing from her center, she wrapped both her fists around his dick and began to massage him. She rubbed with increasing pressure, moving her lips up and down his length.