His fingers held heat and weight that they'd never had before. That's it, and she slurred her S. I am not acting like a rookie. What could be more than orgasm? He looked at me, and I looked at him, and neither of us looked at Graham.
He stopped in the hallway and called after me, Where are you going, ma petite? I paused at the door and looked at him. To pull on it now might be more pain than pleasure. I could still taste Avery. I finally tried the truth.
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