Today, if Karen could actually make it to that blind date, he'd eat his own hat.

But it didn’t cost three times to exhaust a woman. By round two, Karen was already speechless. Her whole body was drenched as if she'd been pulled from a stormy sea.

"I really... can't do this..." she rasped. Her voice was hoarse and breathless, her fiery spirit worn down to a mere whisper of surrender.

Jeffrey, too, was feeling the burn of exhaustion that came from days without proper rest. But that didn't stop him from teaching the woman beneath him a lesson.

"Still thinking about that blind date?" he taunted.

"If I say I won't go, will you stop?" Karen wheezed, her throat as dry as a bone.

He raised an eyebrow, "Maybe." "Fine, I won't go. Now let me go," Karen managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

push, bringing their

the trunk of the car for Karen, who was too exhausted to even reach for

the cap and held the bottle to her lips, "I'l feed you." Karen was too spent to

moment to ring—it was

the blind date. He

with an intensity that made

you dare speak,"

"Look at me! I'm a hot mess. I couldn't go on a blind date if I wanted to!" Her clothes were a disaster, her hair a wild tangle, and her new outfit was torn beyond

cough. But she was still hard to mask the

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