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He returns with a warm rag a minute later and runs it between my thighs, cleaning me. I’m so sensitive, my body jerks and my breath hitches. When he’s done, he tosses it to the floor and climbs in the bed beside me.

“Come here.” He holds his arms out, and I roll over into them, resting my head on his chest.

“Can I take care of you?” I ask shyly.

“No, this was about you.” His hand rubs up my arm as he kisses the top of my head.

“But doesn’t it hurt?” I don’t have a dick, but I can’t imagine it being hard like that is comfortable.

“It’s okay, just a reminder of how badly I want to have you. Now let’s go back to sleep.”

“But school—I wanted to try to go back instead of waiting until tomorrow,” I remind him.

“No, let’s spend today together. I don’t have classes. We can sleep in, then order some food, maybe play a game.”

I laugh as my fingertips dance along his bare, muscular chest.

“Fine. I can do the work Mr. Stevenson brought for me to catch up on, but only under one condition.”

“What’s the condition?” he asks, as I turn my head, gazing up at him.

“We get condoms today.”

He smiles from ear to ear as I kiss his chest.

“I think we can make sure to do that. Now let’s go to sleep.”

Laying my head back down, I close my eyes, letting my mind relax just as much as my body is, and drift off to sleep.

Chapter 19

Sierra

True to his word, we did nothing the whole day but lay in bed and enjoy getting to know each other. He told me about his parents and how they were going to be celebrating their thirtieth wedding anniversary this year. He was an only child and spoiled rotten. His words, not mine.

The only time we left the house was to get take-out and condoms.

Tonight is the night. I’m going to officially lose my virginity to someone I care for, someone of my choosing. Not only that, I’m going to remember every second of it. I’m not claiming that night. To me, I’m still pure.

We’re lounging on the couch when my phone vibrates on the coffee table. I jump up from where I’m lying with my head in Cyrus’s lap, nearly falling onto the floor in my rush.

My heart beats with excitement, hoping it’s another video from Sam.

When I pick up my phone and see that it’s Rico instead, my whole mood shifts. Damn it.

Rico: Before I call this other guy back, are you still wanting to do the private dances? If so, I need to lock down the dates for both.

Me: Yes, I’ll do both. What is my share of the money?

Rico: The one I haven’t talked to wants a private party at Tiger Tails. So your normal payout for a private dance. The other fucker wants to do an off-site party.

Rico: I personally don’t like that and think you should only do it at the club. The idea of you going to some place we have no control over doesn’t sit well with me.

Me: Then see if he will do it at the club. If he won’t then I’ll go where he wants but I’ll have Cyrus or you come with me. It’s the least you could do Uncle.

I smile to myself. To know I have family out there who don’t treat me like shit is a good feeling.

Rico: I’d never let you go alone NIECE!

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