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mattress, then pulls my panties off my legs. He stares at

his wet tongue over my folds. I feel the heat

out, my hips

commands. "Let me

m lick me until I'm squirming

whine.

oon," he promises.

ha

urs, giving me a slap on my thigh. "

all fours, feeling my cheeks flush red. He positions himself be

gs a little wid

icipation. Then, I feel something thick press against my tig

rmurs. "It will be

e says. He pushes into me slowly, stret

me up, feeling a tear

okay?" Ca

feel him reach up an

into me. I feel my arousal building

hen I feel a rush of warmth. He groan

pants. "I coul

kay," I

e strokes my hair gently, cradling me to his chest. I feel his sensiti

urs. "We'll try

ose my eyes, trying to process what just happened. I'm

had sex for t

that he didn't use a condom. But before I

Cameron, my head on his chest. The covers are pul

ing deep. I take a moment to study him, drinking in the sight of his n

car above his left eyebrow. I wonder where he

looking at is the cold, heartless

ide the room and frow

then head out into the hallway. I follow the s

offee and frying bacon. She looks

n. I work here, for Cameron. Or,

ack. "Hi," I say

meet you. How are you

I murmur. "Do you kno

e. "He likes to sleep in on Saturd

of coffee. I take it gratefu

e bacon and eg

ipping my coff

and quick, cooking breakfast like a pro. I've never had a pers

te down in front of me, then sits down across f

ss it's all kind of surreal.

s, it must have been. Cameron t

you mea

. "I didn't know anything about that until yesterday. I'm so

ncing at the clock. "He's happy

doesn't. She just smiles. "Well, you're safe no

so," I m