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emory of his ha

s thumb against my pulse, the heat of his breath nea

ever h

oed in my hea

his eyes darkened when I dared him. He could lie to himself all he wanted

he

going to let

ress I owned. My mother barely glanced at me, too busy scroll

e not

se he n

ed away, the sharp clench of his jaw gave him away. He kept his e

know that his knee brushed the table leg each time I crossed mine, that his breat

ently, "are you doing anything

, though my eyes were

ut I felt the tension radiating

r was gone off to l

me alone

alf an hour. The sound of his footsteps drew me like a magnet. He pa

ything?"

, but I could hear t

from the book. "M

ack was to me, but I saw t

he said slow

teasing, though my heart pounded s

arp, hard. But beneath the

w exactl

ely. My slip dress clung to me as I moved closer

place, but his eye

etween us charged like a storm about to bre

nched. He s

against his chest. Hot. Solid. The stea

hing me away. Just holding and gods his cock rose the l

," he said, hi

p me," I

f us moved. The silence

ck. His hand slid into my hair instead, gripping the

to ruin me,"

would l

rug, and the next, his lips were hovering a breath a

the dista

with a force that knocked the air from my lungs, and I melted into h

g me, and I moaned into him, shameless, and beyond co

n my back, pulling me against him so I could feel

nd aching. I wanted him.

Immediately he pulled out his giant cock. His hand slid under my dr

nt door

oth

er's voice rang

rough me. What

t heaving, his hands pulling away f

ps swollen, dress rucked u

Then, without another word, he stalked out of the room, leav

r's voice called aga

yanking my dress down, tr

uldn't notice my lips, my flushed

ing, oblivious. "Oh, there you ar

ing," I lied, for

eady distracted as she b

ill throbbing with the memory of his mouth, his cucu

nds away from cr

e wors

I can't be left on an edge even if it

still ta

omething about dinner plans that I barely registered, I could still feel the imprint o

s mad

he rules, the labels, the danger. I wanted him to press me bac

about being tired, and rushed upstairs before

s were swollen, tender from the way he had kissed me. My thighs trem

ees to my chest, and for a moment I just

k in hi

breath when he

ike I weighed nothing,

thudded

g. But wrong had never

house made me wonder if he was awake too, pacing, fighting the same torment. Ev

k ticked past midnight and

s no goi

He had touched me.

ve me all of it. I wish I could get ri