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The cold rush of reality bursts the bubble of nostalgia that seems to come so effortlessly to us. That made a mockery of my good intentions and principle’s. Another man’s woman? After what my father’s infidelity to did to my family, this is a line I would never cross. Not even for her. Tension transforms from hot and urgent to cold and prickly in the blink of an eye.
Too late, my judgment and sense of self-preservation kick in. This is not going to end well.
For either of us.
I take a few seconds to armor up and then I stand to face the piper.
18
Beth
A Proper Goodbye
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to… I mean, are you okay?” he breathes.
He fastens his jeans, and I burn with mortification as I remember the way I practically tore them off him to get my hands on his dick.
I have very little experience, but I know what I want, and I was desperate with wanting him inside me.
So desperate I lost my entire mind.
“It’s okay. I’m uh… I’m okay,” I say, even though it’s not true. I’m not okay at all.
I just had sex with Carter in the microfiche room of the library where anyone could walk in on us. I forgot myself. I’m stunned at how quickly and easily he disarmed me.
“Are you sure?” he presses me, his voice tinged with worry in the face of my silence.
I have to blink to clear my vision and nod even while my chest heaves with the truth.
“Is there a bathroom or somewhere I can get some napkins?”
“Napkins?” I repeat dazedly.
He winces and nods at the floor. I follow his gaze and ga
sp at the thick white streaks of cum right below my dangling feet.
“There’s a bathroom right outside in the hallway.” I can’t meet his eyes and just sit there on the table half-naked and stunned at my own stupidity.
“I’ll be right back.”
I barely register his answer. What was I thinking? What must he be thinking?
He’s back in what feels like the blink of an eye. “Here.” He puts a wad down next to me on the desk and crouches at my feet and starts wiping the floor.
I scoot over and bite back my groan when I feel how wet the desk beneath me is from my own mind-blistering orgasm.
I slide off the desk and look down at myself to assess the damage. I step out of my torn panties and stuff them into the pocket of my skirt.
“Why didn’t you tell me about your sister?”
My head whips up in surprise at the question. And while I stand there looking like I just had an orgy and feeling like I’m about to have a nervous breakdown, he appears to be completely at ease. His clothes are back in place, and his expression is expectant and somber. But the note of accusation I’d heard in his voice is also in his eyes.
I narrow my eyes at him. “I wasn’t keeping it from you. You were the first person I’d met in so long who didn’t know. I wanted to enjoy that as long as I could. I would have told you. I just didn’t get the chance.”
“You had three months.”
I bristle at that. “Oh, so it’s my fault you took a shit on me on national television?”
