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We’d finally scratched the itch we’d been feeling. Pulling out of Nora’s pussy, I dragged lines of pearl colored cum across the flesh of her ass.

Stepping back, I watched as she managed to roll over.

“I have to admit, I needed that,” she covered her face again. “I should call a ride share, I have to meet with Brie in the morning.”

The Corsican stirred.

Did this motherfucker want to cuddle?

“No,” I told her already walking into the kitchen.

I pulled down some paper towels and dabbed some hot water on it. Padding back over, I gently wiped Nora down and she hissed, admitting that she was slightly sore.

“You’re spending the night,” I told her.

After disposing of the paper towel, I picked her up in my arms and she relaxed against me. In Alaska when I’d carried her to my bed that first time, I hadn’t joined her. This time would be different.

When she was settled in the bed, I pulled her in close. She still smelled sweet and the taste of her was still on my tongue.

“You really need a television in here,” she said after a while.

“Why?”

She shrugged. “It’s so quiet…I don’t even hear any traffic.”

“This loft is sound proofed…. it’s necessary for having a torture chamber in the closet.”

“What?”

I laughed it off.

Nora yawned and then snuggled into me. “I hope you’re kidding.”

Saying nothing further, I kissed the top of her head before heading off into my own slumber. The Corsican had been satisfied beyond belief. He even seemed to be asleep. It had been a long time since I had felt likeHewasn’t stirring around in my brain.

Nora had given me a bit peace.

I like it.

Maybe I wanted more of it.

ChapterFourteen

Nora

Morning light had crept into the room. Giving a slight yawn, I stretched and then I remembered where in the hell I was. My pussy felt sore and used.

Groaning, I felt as if I were being watched.

Slowly, I turned and surveyed the bed but didn’t find a body.

Find your shit, and creep out of here,I thought.

Sitting up, I pulled the sheet around my body. My clothes were all in the living room from what I remembered.

You are never to drink again girl,I chided myself.

Easing off the bed, my feet hit the cool wooden floor and I paused as one of the floor boards squeaked. When nothing happened and no one said anything I got going. That was when I found the note at the end of Mason’s bed. His penman ship was neat and precise, almost delicate.

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