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But when her eyes lock on mine, it’s not disgust that I see in them.
It’s an unabashed curiosity. Lust.
Satisfaction.
How?I want to ask her. How is she so easily satisfied?
In for a penny, in for a pound.
I carefully pull my fingers out of her. Her breath catches.
“Already sore?” I ask.
She nods. “Just a little.”
“You’re sore from my fingers, you’re gonna be real sore from that.” I look down at my dick. “I think you can take it, though.”
“I know I can.” Her eyes have a feline look about them now. The challenge I see in them, the confidence—it wasn’t there when she moved in a week ago.Has it really only been a week?
My heart does a backflip. Not only is she heavily implying she’d very much like to hook up again. She also... learned something good from me?
Makes me feel pretty fucking great about myself.
I use my thumb to swipe cum off her breast and bring it to her mouth. “You said you liked my taste.”
Her tongue emerges from between her lips. “I do.” She swirls it over my thumb, savoring me, and I swear to God I feel my dick perking up again.
That’s gotta be a record.
My vision goes hazy. “What a fucking mess,” I murmur, watching her suck my thumb into her mouth.
“Sex is messy.”
“I’m talking about us. We’re fake married, but we’re for-real fucking.”
Jen smirks, tilting her head to kiss the inside of my wrist. “We haven’t fucked yet.”
“Jen.”
“Yeah?”
“Promise me you won’t let me hurt you.”
She goes still. “What does that mean?”
I don’t know what it means. Or I do. I don’t want to defile her. Corrupt her, damage her essential sweetness. The dark side sounds sexy, but it’s called that for a reason. Shit getsdarkhere.
I’m broken, and I don’t want to break her too.
I can have some fun, sure. Help her explore her desires. But I could never forgive myself if I hurt her. Physically or otherwise.
I’m already in love with her. I just can’t have her falling in love with me.
“I want you to keep talking to me. I take it too far, you let me know.”
Her eyelashes do that adorable fluttering thing. “Does this mean we get to do that again?”
Looping an arm around her middle, I help her off the couch. “Yeah, we’ll do that again. But let’s get you cleaned up. I got some ibuprofen in the bathroom upstairs.”
