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After I milk every drop of his orgasm, he collapses onto me. Only for a second, though, before he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me on top of him.

We lay silent for a while, basking in the glow of the fuck of a lifetime.

I nuzzle my head under Tyler’s chin and moan. His arm tightens around me, and I want this moment to last forever. My pussy is sore but sated, and this feels perfect.

But I know it won’t last. My three hours are almost up, and he’ll have to go soon.

That thought has me rolling over to the other side and turning on the lamp.

Tyler yawns and stretches beside me, his muscles glinting in soft light. I’m sad to see him go, but I can’t afford him forever.

“I guess you’ll be going now,” I say.

I sense a look of disappointment in his eyes, but it’s gone so fast I must’ve imagined it.

“Yeah,” is all he says, and he dresses silently.

I don’t want him to go, but I’m afraid that if I spend more time with him, I may get confused about what’s going on here and do something stupid.

He stands at the end of the bed, dressed and smiling at me.

“Well, Ms. Davenport, it was amazing to meet you. I had a wonderful time.”

He rounds the bed and leans down to give me a soft kiss on the forehead before pulling back an inch and adding, “Do feel free to call me again if you wish.” Tyler winks and stands up.

I watch him walk away, and I let out a giant breath I didn’t know I was holding the door close behind him.

“Woah,” I say to myself.

I get up and go to the bathroom. My pussy aches a touch, but it’s a pleasant ache. It reminds me of what we just did.

God, it was amazing. The way we moved, the kisses, the mind-blowing orgasm.

I miss him already.

Dammit. He’s been out of my life for ten seconds, and I miss him. How is it I’ve spent thirty years of my life not feeling a thing for any of the men who came through, thenpoofcomes an escort, a man I can’t have. He’s perfect in every way. He’s sincere, funny, hot to boot, and makes me feel alive.

I slip into bed and hold my pillow against my front.

I don’t know what I’m going to do. But right now, I’m just going to sit in my disappointment. Maybe in the morning, I’ll feel better.

Chapter 8


Thisnightgotoutof control. It was supposed to be a casual hookup, but all I can think about now is that Poppy ismine. I’ve never been a possessive sod, but the thought of another man touching her has my fists curling.

My mind replays our night over and over again. The way her mouth opened up and accepted my tongue, to how she tasted. The way her pussy felt wrapped around my cock, the way it pulsed and soaked my dick. All I want to do at that moment is to pull her into her apartment, press her against a wall and sink my cock into her tight heat.

Even after coming twice, my dick is still hard.

I take a shower when I get home. I’m convinced cold water will help me for sure.


By the time I get out of the shower, I’m not just uncomfortable, but now I’m cold as well. I put on a pair of joggers and go to bed. Or at least I try to. Instead, when I close my eyes, I see us having sex in high-def. My hands cupping her face, the way she moans against my lips. Her hands are on my body as I sink deep into her body, popping her cherry.

I groan and turn to lie on my stomach. That’s worse because I can feel my hard dick between me and the mattress.

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