Page 134 of His Wild Seduction

For the first time in a long time, I wasn’t scared to be alone with a man. And no, I was not coerced in any way.

In fact, it was me who’d started things.

All me.

I’d cornered Andres in the living room of our little makeshift apartment where a sofa sat against one wall, and I kissed him.

A lot.

On the mouth. On his biceps. Those sexy pecs. The tattoo he had of a full moon on his side.

I kissed him everywhere. Then, I had sex with him. And it was good.

Really good.

Better than I’d ever had, actually.

And ever since that Sunday when it happened, I just couldn't stop thinking about him and all the things we did.

The feel of his hard body as he took me exactly like I needed him to. The way he seemed to worship me with his sea foam colored eyes. I wasn’t sure what color they were. Sometimes they seemed blue, other times gray.

Andres was simply the sexiest damn man I’d ever laid eyes on.

Having intercourse with my ex was, well, it was dull and embarrassing. Sometimes painful. Truth was, I never came with Gary. Not ever.

But with Andres, I didn’t even have to touch my clit.

He made me come so hard it was like his body knew exactly where and how to touch mine.

Holy cow, I saw stars that night.

Despite all that, I didn’t return any of his calls or his texts. I just couldn’t. I mean, what kind of person had sex with a virtual stranger when she was living in a woman’s shelter?

My therapist said I shouldn’t judge anyone, especially not myself, for my actions.

But it was hard not to.

Sammy was my focus. I needed my son to be safe.

I shouldn’t be thinking about sexy men, or how good their dumb big cocks felt inside me.

Oh my God.

He felt so good.

Shut up, Ellie.

Fine.

Ugh.

I was a big, fat coward. And not because of my size sixteen ass. Because the size of my cowardice was even fatter than my ass.

Pfbbbt.

But I needed help.

And he was the only person I could call. It was time to eat crow, even though I had no appetite for it.

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